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hadriel_logs2018-11-25 01:08 pm
tongueamok) wrote in hadriel_logs2018-11-25 01:08 pm
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Dome Sweet Dome
Who: Carlisle Longinmouth (tongueamok), OPEN
What: It's a log for the folks who expressed interest in Carlisle's latest gardening project! In short, he made a stupid dome of magic to protect the only two gardens he cares about, and is feeling very good about himself. Make him regret his hubris.
Where: Park
When: November 21st - early December
Warnings: Nothing yet! Heads up for anyone who has met him, but hasn't seen him in the past month: he's a lot more colorful now.
As the days without the gods add up and the city grows colder without power, there may be less and less people braving the outdoors. However, any of those who happen to wander in the vicinity of the park -- or what remains of it, as most of the trees have been removed -- might notice something odd: there are two, translucent domes covering a portion of it, their walls illuminated with a magical energy. Upon closer inspection, one can see the vague shapes of archways and leaves behind these glowing, blue barriers; they're connected to the ground via a stone curb, so any visitors might want to watch their step.
But should someone trip and fall into either dome, they'll find the walls won't keep them out -- they'll slip right through with only a tingling sensation, much like the shock of static, to accompany their passage, the magic wall remaining whole behind them. Within one dome is the memorial park, its various markers and tributes to those who have disappeared from Hadriel protected from the elements beyond the barrier; within the other is a garden, its rows of shrubs, vines, and greenery kept at a comfortable temperature within the magical ward.
And on most days, near the cottage at the center of said garden, one may find the man who conjured these domes, Carlisle Longinmouth. Sometimes, he's pruning away at the twitching, ivy-like vines of his coilers, tossing the trimmings to his pet, Rabbit. At other times, he's knelt near the barrier himself, inspecting the integrity of his magical walls. On more than one occasion, he may be over near a patch of dirt walled off with stones, within it the stalks of still-growing barley. Wherever he may be, there is one constant: he's generally not thrilled to find he has company.
tongueamok), OPENWhat: It's a log for the folks who expressed interest in Carlisle's latest gardening project! In short, he made a stupid dome of magic to protect the only two gardens he cares about, and is feeling very good about himself. Make him regret his hubris.
Where: Park
When: November 21st - early December
Warnings: Nothing yet! Heads up for anyone who has met him, but hasn't seen him in the past month: he's a lot more colorful now.
As the days without the gods add up and the city grows colder without power, there may be less and less people braving the outdoors. However, any of those who happen to wander in the vicinity of the park -- or what remains of it, as most of the trees have been removed -- might notice something odd: there are two, translucent domes covering a portion of it, their walls illuminated with a magical energy. Upon closer inspection, one can see the vague shapes of archways and leaves behind these glowing, blue barriers; they're connected to the ground via a stone curb, so any visitors might want to watch their step.
But should someone trip and fall into either dome, they'll find the walls won't keep them out -- they'll slip right through with only a tingling sensation, much like the shock of static, to accompany their passage, the magic wall remaining whole behind them. Within one dome is the memorial park, its various markers and tributes to those who have disappeared from Hadriel protected from the elements beyond the barrier; within the other is a garden, its rows of shrubs, vines, and greenery kept at a comfortable temperature within the magical ward.
And on most days, near the cottage at the center of said garden, one may find the man who conjured these domes, Carlisle Longinmouth. Sometimes, he's pruning away at the twitching, ivy-like vines of his coilers, tossing the trimmings to his pet, Rabbit. At other times, he's knelt near the barrier himself, inspecting the integrity of his magical walls. On more than one occasion, he may be over near a patch of dirt walled off with stones, within it the stalks of still-growing barley. Wherever he may be, there is one constant: he's generally not thrilled to find he has company.
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"Well, the ward itself is the easy part," he starts with a sheepish glance, "now that I have honed the glyphs for it. The actual construction is more difficult, depending on the size and shape of the area it would need to cover, as it requires quite a bit of stone-melding for the barrier."
And if there is anyone who doesn't look like he's fit to carry a bunch of rocks from one place to another, it's this guy right here.
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It's all right, though. She can always start a new garden when they are in a more hospitable environment.
"Thank you for your time," the young queen offers, beginning to gather herself up. "I wish you good luck with your wards and similar efforts."
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He then tries to return to his notes, fighting the guilt at the back of his mind. But you won't do it for the plants, that obnoxious elf had said. But what has she ever done to you? he'd said. His inaction toward the rest of the city wasn't what others had done to him -- okay, it was, in part, though the one who had destroyed his original garden was long gone -- but it was primarily about managing his energies, being careful to provide for only what he needed, and yes, his goddess would think better of someone who served her through serving others, as any and all souls returned to the cycle were to her benefit, and it isn't as though he doesn't have ample energy now with what he was able to siphon off his lover but that presents an entirely different moral quandary that he's not sure he really wants to consider at this moment given everything else that—
"I cannot move the stones myself," he blurts out, bringing his runaway train of thought to a halt. "I- I can meld them together, as I did these on my own, but I haven't the physical endurance for the initial construction."
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"...Do you mean to say that you could do it, if someone else were to move the stones?" Could Jon handle that, maybe? Or...Nate, now that she thinks on it. "I think that I could find someone to help, if that is the case."
The little light of hope that she might get to keep this garden project reignites. Dany offers a small smile, hands clasped at her front.
"Thank you."