Event Log: In the Eye of the Storm

[hadrielmods]

Who: All characters participating in the event
What: The event log for the In the Eye of the Storm event
Where: All over the world
When: September 7th-15th
Warnings: Seasickness, probably

It's cloudy most of the time on this planet, but halfway through the day, the clouds grow darker. The wind picks up, the waves start to grow, and for the first time the city starts to get more than a little sprinkling of rain. This is a storm, a real one, one that's going to last for more than just a day or two. You better tie down anything that might blow away, board up your windows, and stay away from the ocean.

There's a lot to worry about during this storm. The wind outside blows in gusts strong enough to knock you over if you're not careful, the rain will soak anyone in a matter of minutes, and there's a constant threat of lightning. Thunder rumbles regularly, making sleep difficult, and anyone too near the shore might get pulled in by the very large waves. Let's hope you didn't build a beachfront shack.

As for those on the sea - it's no easier for them, and maybe even harder. Hadriel's brave explorers will find themselves battered by wind and rain and waves, with no safe harbor to be found. Masts might break, hulls might crack, and your supplies - or your crew - might end up overboard. Good luck, hope those swimming lessons went well!

► This log covers September 7th-15th.
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Comments

9/8, closed to dany and jon

[lemontree]

[ It's a miracle they haven't been swept away.

The first day of the storm is brutal, and if she believed in gods, Dany would think that they were watching over herself and Jon as they sailed. After managing to find a shard of the Door, she'd considered their luck to be changing for the better (steadily so, since the trip as a whole hadn't been bad at all). After that, as they began to make their way back to the islands that acted as their temporary home, the skies had darkened. The winds had picked up. The rain had swollen the sea and battered their boat, rocking the pair to and fro and putting them at risk for drowning in the ocean of another world.

She hadn't prayed, but she was afraid. The Mother of Dragons was no match for such water, and she didn't have her children here to fly her through the squall and back to safety. Even though they had begun to sail to the main islands, the storm - surprising as it had been - had battered them with no end in sight.

Until. ]

- Jon. [ The sodden queen speaks suddenly, out of breath as she does. Through the darkness and falling water, she can see the faint outline of land. It grows closer, and by some miracle they are pushed at least in part toward its shore, and she is thankful to no one in particular that they've survived to this point. Dany hasn't been killed within Hadriel, hasn't had the need for revival, and isn't looking to change that particular detail.

When the boat reaches the sand, when she's able to leave, Dany manages to pull herself over the edge of the boat, half-collapsing in the surf. The rain still pounds at her back as she catches her breath, and she curls her fingers tight into the ground before pushing herself to stand again, wobbling as she does. ]

Are you all right? [ She asks, hoarse, silver hair plastered to her form, eyes intense and concerned. ]

[northerndragon]

[When the storm began, he'd hoped it would end in a few hours. And when it didn't, he became glad for the buckets, for the fact that he'd thought to bring a few wool garments that he'd found in the shops (one of them a tunic made like a pair of warm socks), for his sword, for enough rope to tie themselves to the boat, if need be. They spent some time in the hold at the beginning of it, but it only served to make him sick and sicker, and it kept him from looking for a place to land.

The boat has a rudder, a sail, but in this sort of wind, even if they see a place to land, actually being able to land there might mostly be a matter of luck. The terrain on the islands they've passed on this journey isn't much kinder than that of the ones they live on.

And then, on the second day, there it is, and with fear and labor, they're able to aim the boat in the right direction, and able to keep it from breaking up on the rocks, though it beaches a little. That's for the best; they need to keep it from floating away, or they'll have to hope that other people from Hadriel can find them.

Face against the sand, rain pelting him from the other side, his hair plastered against his face, he coughs, then spits out a mouth of water.]

Daenerys. [It comes out in a rasp. He pushes himself to a seated position, as well as he can, then reaches a hand out towards her, looking for a way to steady himself.] I'm all right.

[But he's soaked through, and so is she.]

We have to get some food from the boat, in case it's lost.

[And his sword, and any extra clothing they can set hands on. His cloak will help, but past that -- ]

[lemontree]

[ She takes his hand out of instinct, grasping it tightly and thanking their lucky stars that neither of them had drowned. There are a few more breaths as she works up to standing fully, bracing herself likewise against Jon as he steadies himself.

At the urgent note, she nods and reaches out to take the side of the boat, moving back toward it. They've secured the ship well enough on the beach for now, but the wind or the water could tug it back out to sea. They may be stranded here for-... some time, and they'll need all the supplies that they have left. ]

Some of it... [ Dany trails off, glancing out at the wild waters. They'd consumed a fair amount, of course, but the storm had shaken loose some of their stores. Water poured in and out, nearly taking them with it.

All the same, she finds as much as she can, gathers it into a bundle in her arms and then returns to the shore, gingerly depositing it far enough from the tides that she deems it safe enough for the moment, until they decide to move further inland. ]

[northerndragon]

[He does the same -- clasping her hand tightly, then standing up and getting to work.

He joins her in gathering as much food as he can, and cloth and things that may be useful in sheltering, all in a big bundle so they don't blow back out onto the sea, and he fights against the storm every moment. Wind- loosened locks of his hair whip across his face and stick there, and he tries to ignore them. It almost feels like he and Daenerys are in danger of drowning standing up... still, it's less danger than they'd been in a few moments earlier.

His boots are full of water.]

Might be that we'll have to get back in the boat, if we can't find a place to shelter. At least it's on land for now. And -- seven hells, if the boat breaks up, we'll have to send back to the city for help. Get them to send another boat. Sansa will get the elves to come, if they can. We do what we can to guard the fragment.

[He thinks they're only a few days away from Hadriel, but with mostly open water, it's hard to tell.]

All right. Are we ready for what we may find?

[He looks profoundly drained, even in the wind and rain, but he still buckles the sword belt to his waist as he says this, then tests the hilt to make sure Longclaw is at hand.]

[lemontree]

[ What if there isn't a way to contact the others? If the messages don't make it through, and they're stranded in this place for however long? They have some food, true, and the storm has to end eventually. More than that, the others would send someone if time enough went by before Jon and Dany returned.

Would they? They would do it for Jon: she's confident in that. For Daenerys herself... well.

Jon is speaking, though, and so she snaps back into reality. ]

As ready as I can be. [ She replies with some briskness. She has no weapons, but he is armed. If there are monsters or even Null in this place, then they're not completely defenseless.

Dany straightens up as tall as she can and then sets off. ]

[northerndragon]

[He'd have opinions if he knew what was on her mind -- if anyone dared to leave her out here alone, if he knew that she thought that it might happen, if any of those things was in his thoughts. But they aren't, so he merely watches her straighten herself and march off into danger through wind and rain so heavy that, at moments, it's almost hard to stand.

What a woman. In other circumstances, it would make him smile.

There's a slight incline for them to struggle up, and rocks, and more trees than there had ever been on the islands where they now make their home. It's difficult to make their way, but nothing is any more dangerous than it had been a minute or two earlier, except that maybe loose strands of his hair will whip and sting his eyes enough to blind him. If she stalls or stumbles, he waits, holds his hand out, tries to help her up or steady her from behind.

Sharing a small cabin has made them easier around each other. It has to have done: more than once they've woken up against each other, someone's arm wrapped around someone else's midsection, someone's face pressing into someone's back or nestled in the other person's hair. It hasn't mattered that they've gone to sleep on opposite sides under separate coverings, or that the fierce nightmares that sometimes come to him with the rocking of the sea have continued to happen every so often. And there are some nights when it feels like a trial to share the little cabin, because all he wants to do is pull her into his arms and kiss her. But that also means that he's keen to keep her as safe as he can, and loath to make their journey less pleasant, so he's done his level best to turn his face to the wall and go to sleep, or go out on the deck and watch the night sky and hope that she doesn't follow him.

His socks squish under his feet with every step. When they've made it most of the way up the incline, he taps her arm and points to what he sees: a path off to her left. Overgrown, something that looks like it's seldom trodden, grass almost covering the patches of dirt and rock, but a path.]

Don't think anyone's seen us coming.

[It's hard to make himself heard in this wind. Lightning cracks across the sky.

The path could be an animal path, but if it isn't: where are the ones who made it? Who are they?]