World Log: Tundra Arrival

[hadrielmods]

Who: All characters in the city
What: The log for the city's arrivel on the ice planet
Where: All around the city
When: November 21st-November 30th
Warnings: None

You all get some warning to prepare, which is great. A little time to stock up on supplies, make sure everything's where it supposed to be, call your friends in from their fishing boats. And then the city moves. It happens in the blink of an eye - one moment you're on islands, surrounded by ocean, and the next? The next you're surrounded by frozen ground, the temperature has dropped significantly, and even the sky looks different. The air has a bite to it, that familiar feeling telling you it's thinking about snowing soon. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but someday soon.

The city has rearranged itself back into that old, familiar shape, instead of spread out across islands like it was a moment ago. Maybe that'll make things easier for you, maybe it won't, but it also means the return of the lake and river that used to bisect the city - only now they're frozen over. This climate also means it'll be hard for any plants not otherwise protected to survive - and that you, too, will start feeling that cold if you're away from a warm place for too long.

And warm places might be in short supply, because when the city moved the gods did not. What does that mean for you? Well, whatever supplies are in the shops at the moment the city moves are the only ones left. No new food supplies, no new clothing, nothing. In addition, the power across the whole city is out, including water and heating. Anything else powered or supplied by gods (the hot springs, the mopeds, what's left of the orchard, the armory, the GPS) will not work.

You're on your own. Try not to die.

► This log covers November 21st-30th.
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Comments

City Outskirts

[bythewaves]

Maglor doesn't like the cold, but he's endured worse than this (his cousins endured much worse, so why should he complain, who is at fault for that?). Besides, his folk can endure much worse than a little cold and lack of food - he's already started to plan short rations for himself - the humans here need it more. But there are monsters to hunt in the meantime - meat is meat, if one is at need.

He stands quiet and still and perhaps unassuming, but the blade in his hand glitters sharply as he smiles at Ravine.

"Will you help me kill it, Lady?"

[whip_poor_will]

When she came out here, it was not Ravine's intention to hunt. She had simply wanted to explore the sights. See what this planet had to offer. While she can't see the future and time's sideways as she once could, she can use the shadows to pass through space.

This does not help when she meets someone in a life or death situation. Her bone scythe is tailored to reap souls, not things still of mortal flesh and blood.

"That I am afraid I cannot do," Ravine says with a rueful frown, not returning the smile Malgor gives her. "I am unable to take life. Only to help it die."

[bythewaves]

He nods, accepting.

"Are you here for me, today then? Or will this hunt be successful?"

He shifts his weight, ever so slightly, in preparation, hearing the beast behind him prowling cautiously closer.

[whip_poor_will]

Grimacing, she brings a hand to her forehead, thinking.

"I cannot say. I was simply taking a walk, and my 'vision' to see what could be is not quite what it used to be."

Not since helping to seal Carlisle's aural tear, that is. That had taken much out of Ravine as it is, that exercising her will to claim a life with her own being would be too great a risk.

[bythewaves]

He nods again.

"Fair enough. I will try not to be the cause of more work for you."

The beast finally has enough and leaps, but for all his casual talk, Maglor had been listening too, and as it springs he turns, going to his knees and bring his blade up, using the beast's own momentum against it.

[whip_poor_will]

Death may have always been a constant in Ravine's existence for millennia, she does not revel in its necessary execution. Black vapors drift from the shadows of her form, eyes shifting into that eerie glow as the fleeting moments in time present other threads to her. How easy a single move, a wrong step, a stumble could change the course of events.

But Malgor's aim is true. Only one path plays out before her that she has seen thousands of times already, but muddied and slow.

With a blink, it's all one flow again. The creature is handicapped but not yet dead. One probability plays out in her mind before it has the chance to act.

Ravine shakes her head, her irises fading to the soft brown of her more human-like appearance.

"Cut its throat before it can cry."

[bythewaves]

He wasn't the brother who ran with the Powers, but Maglor knows better than to question - if a Power tells you to do a thing, it's probably a good idea to do it.

He turns the blade to slice it's throat as swiftly as he may.

"Is it dead, Lady?"