Dingo
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“Through the brine and through the break the spiny shell did wake. Silver and sleek, but a mountain it was. A mountain come from the deep. A mountain they rode. A mountain they dragged them down into [he laughs, sharp as broken glass] they dragged them down into that mountain. Silver and sleek. Silver and sleek, they rode it into the deep.”
- The rambling of a fisherman, returned after three weeks lost at sea.
Synopsis
Months prior to the double eclipse, the scholars of Elbion College gave dire warning regarding the strange happenings that may occur during the Days of Darkness.
Days before the double eclipse, reports pour in across the whole of Arethil.
Entire coastal villages have been reported missing, as are strange sightings at sea, and sailors return to port with their minds warped beyond the usual strain of brineborne madness.
Deep sea creatures, some never seen before, are washing up dead upon scattered shores.
Military vessels are driven far from friendly harbor and are lost without a trace.
On the day of the double eclipse, the entire world is plunged into an inky darkness for three days, and only the light of the stars provide lumination for three entire days.
Storms, both magical and mundane, brew and begin to make landfall.
Those with magic feel the strain of the celestial event, their connection jittery, resulting in feelings of sickness, fatigue, and all manner of ailment express themselves, from mild to extreme.
Months prior to the double eclipse, the scholars of Elbion College gave dire warning regarding the strange happenings that may occur during the Days of Darkness.
Days before the double eclipse, reports pour in across the whole of Arethil.
Entire coastal villages have been reported missing, as are strange sightings at sea, and sailors return to port with their minds warped beyond the usual strain of brineborne madness.
Deep sea creatures, some never seen before, are washing up dead upon scattered shores.
Military vessels are driven far from friendly harbor and are lost without a trace.
On the day of the double eclipse, the entire world is plunged into an inky darkness for three days, and only the light of the stars provide lumination for three entire days.
Storms, both magical and mundane, brew and begin to make landfall.
Those with magic feel the strain of the celestial event, their connection jittery, resulting in feelings of sickness, fatigue, and all manner of ailment express themselves, from mild to extreme.
When does the event start?
How will the event run?
- Winter, 21st of Diamant, 374
- Sunday, January 7th.
How will the event run?
- While the double eclipse is a World Event, a single thread will be run that will encompass specific happenings tied to The Syzygy.
- The events in thread will affect multiple regions in the world, with evolving DM posts to help guide players to key plot elements.
- There will be no strict posting order, and new “DM Rounds” will be announced.
- Ideally, the event thread will last no more than a month, leaving behind some potent lore and character interactions for chroniclers to build off of and carry forward into future narratives.
- Everyone is welcome to join the event thread, or react to the World Event by creating their own threads using The Syzygy tag once the event thread opens.
- It will affect three main coastal regions - the Cortosi coast, the coastlines between the Allir Reach and the Bayou Garramarisma, the Iuk-'u Delta, and the shores of Malakath. Other locations may appear as the story progresses, or dm attention will shift towards locals people show more interest in exploring.
- Arethil has a lot of coastlines, and there will be plenty of opportunity for private stories to crop up in other locations. A few wiki pages will be posted alongside this event to introduce elements chroniclers can carry on in their own narratives.
- Staff will write a combination of DM-style storytelling posts, as well as NPC characters that can be interacted with directly. Message Dingo on site or via discord if you want some insight on lore elements involving this event, or might want a bit of light dming for your own adventures.
- Nope, you can continue your threads as usual. However, there will be fame and LEGENDARY loot for those who join in the fun.
- This event is primarily focused on PvE, but tensions run high in dire situations, and players may encounter - or even generate - conflict if they so choose.
Chronicler Created Events
The Dance of the Moon Dragons
State of Emergency
The Mother's Revenge
The Long Dark
A Desperate Defense
A Ship Astray in Thagretis
Still Water
The Dance of the Moon Dragons
State of Emergency
The Mother's Revenge
The Long Dark
A Desperate Defense
A Ship Astray in Thagretis
Still Water
The Happenings so far:
Cortosi Coast - A titanic being has emerged from the sea, destroying ships of all nations, thought to find safe harbor there.
Coast of the Reach - In the Village of Virspoke, a man borne with abyssal knowledge speaks out to a gathering crowd.
Iuk-'u Delta - A strange thing washes onto the shore, and a mysterious figure seems to examine it.
Malakath - Countless creatures of the sea wash unto the shore. Lifeless. And an anomaly gleams offshore, almost a new island on the horizon.
Coast of the Reach - In the Village of Virspoke, a man borne with abyssal knowledge speaks out to a gathering crowd.
Iuk-'u Delta - A strange thing washes onto the shore, and a mysterious figure seems to examine it.
Malakath - Countless creatures of the sea wash unto the shore. Lifeless. And an anomaly gleams offshore, almost a new island on the horizon.
Cortosi Coast - The V.A.S. Fearless appears like a knife through chaos, and tries to break away from the creature and its multi-armed assault. Ships are getting vaporized by thrashing arms. The V.A.S. Relentless rallies, and makes for the great kraken.
Virspoke - The madman speaks sooth of those things in the dark. Calls for all to walk into the sea. To embrace they who will make change to all.
Delta - The Stranger with a spear phases out of sight. The thing on the beach beckons.
Malakath - The creatures come clear into view. Their claws cut and hack at the dead things washed up unto the shore. Tentacles reach down to pick them up. Long tentacles take hold of hunks of flesh and drag them back to the silver mountain.
Alliria - The city makes ready for the coming storm, and all its strangeness.
Virspoke - The madman speaks sooth of those things in the dark. Calls for all to walk into the sea. To embrace they who will make change to all.
Delta - The Stranger with a spear phases out of sight. The thing on the beach beckons.
Malakath - The creatures come clear into view. Their claws cut and hack at the dead things washed up unto the shore. Tentacles reach down to pick them up. Long tentacles take hold of hunks of flesh and drag them back to the silver mountain.
Alliria - The city makes ready for the coming storm, and all its strangeness.
Cortosi Coast - As the Fearless fights for its life and breaks through the thick of the tentacle forest, a side of the ship is ripped through by a whipping arm of the kraken. The Relentless presses on, ignoring signs to retreat. Something strikes the side of the Relentless’ hull, and chews through the walls as the crew topside fight to survive.
From the cover of their ancient forest, the elves watch creatures crawl out of the drink. They act. Will magic into being. But the pull of the sister moons causes the gathered spell to burst into wild fire.
Virspoke - With strange whispers full in the air, people stare at the dark waters of the Akiva, come lap against the shore. A call to board the ships as distant bells ring and clang, ring and clang. A ship is found along the shore. The Seahorse. Some go toward the ships, and make ready to depart, others break
Delta - The Stranger, turned to a play of light against the surf, strikes out against those who press toward the strange thing, washed unto shore. The thing itself shifts. Stirs, as if in agony. Wretches up some pretty man who had been having a snack inside its belly. Whatever the mysterious thing is, it's awake now.
Malakath - A pulse rips through the air as the Riders of the Thanasis gather rank and form a plan. Their very bonds with their dragons feels the strain, of whatever invaded their minds. A whisper there in the chaos. Board the ship. The silver mountain stay still.
From the cover of their ancient forest, the elves watch creatures crawl out of the drink. They act. Will magic into being. But the pull of the sister moons causes the gathered spell to burst into wild fire.
Virspoke - With strange whispers full in the air, people stare at the dark waters of the Akiva, come lap against the shore. A call to board the ships as distant bells ring and clang, ring and clang. A ship is found along the shore. The Seahorse. Some go toward the ships, and make ready to depart, others break
Delta - The Stranger, turned to a play of light against the surf, strikes out against those who press toward the strange thing, washed unto shore. The thing itself shifts. Stirs, as if in agony. Wretches up some pretty man who had been having a snack inside its belly. Whatever the mysterious thing is, it's awake now.
Malakath - A pulse rips through the air as the Riders of the Thanasis gather rank and form a plan. Their very bonds with their dragons feels the strain, of whatever invaded their minds. A whisper there in the chaos. Board the ship. The silver mountain stay still.
Round 4
Cortosi Coast - Aboard the Relentless, men die holding off the raiding creatures as the screams below deck grow louder. The sea rises before the prow of the Relentless as they press on. Ever forward toward the kraken.
The elves on the distant shore watch as the fire of their kin leaves its mark. Dead and charred beings left to smolder neath the darkness of the sky. The creatures of the deep, go on. Dragging their harvest.
Virspoke - The village stirs. Some board the ships. Some make to venture across the land. The bells toll on.
Malakath - The silver mountain blasts the air. A dark cloud starts to billow from its sides, and it crawls closer to shore. The little parade of creatures goes on, feeding the mountain as it shirks forward.
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