hadriel_logs | Event Log: The Hills Are Silent

Who: Everyone!
What: The Silent Hill event
Where: Throughout the city
When: June 15th-20th
Warnings: Silent Hill comes to Hadriel, and with it, a few personalized monsters

On the morning of June 15th, a thick fog rolls into Hadriel. There's nothing quite terrifying about it yet, but it manages to drain the city of color, forcing a grey backdrop onto everything behind it. Feel free to go try to check it out if you want, just be careful, because it won't be too long until the sirens start blaring.

There's not exactly a reasonable explanation for where the sound is coming from: Hadriel doesn't have a speaker system, or any warning sirens in place for when something horrible happens. But you'd better find cover quickly, because shortly after the sirens start wailing, the city begins to change. Walls and furniture start to peel, revealing a bloody, hellish version of the city that you once knew. In addition, the monsters from the bestiary will roam the city, as well as a few other monsters that might hit a little closer to home.

Some characters may run into monsters which embody their own sins or insecurities. Some characters may be pursued by their friends' hellish mirrors. One thing is clear: you don't want any of these things catching you. Luckily, it isn't long before Hope makes a post, declaring the god temples as safe zones from all the creatures that are now loose upon the city.

The sirens will fade within a few hours, and the city will fall back to normal, the monsters will retreat back into the fog as if they were never there, and everything seems to be fine again, as if that terrifying experience was just some kind of twisted dream. You can tell yourself that, if you like... but that won't help much the next time the sirens start again.

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It's entirely possible that Near does not precisely know where the line is drawn between seeking general knowledge and being a nosy nuisance. And even if he does, he is unlikely to care. For his part, he is at the moment merely noting an oddity and wishing to understand it, whether his questioning is appropriate or not.

Taking a card from the deck is far less irritating than taking one from the tower. This time, there will be no reaction. But he does notice the inhuman perfection of that hand in stark contrast to the other one. That's interesting. "So you aren't human, despite appearances?"

Yes, he is still failing to answer the question. He might need to be told this is an exchange. And even then, it depends on how badly he wants the answers to his own questions that he will play along.

Ushahin flips the card in between his fingers, letting it go back and forth as Near asks his second question. He answers, impressed that the boy picked up on that. "Yes. You are the first to notice." Aside from his arm, there's no real way to tell besides the way he has of fluidly moving, more graceful than any man could ever achieve, and the way he has of sitting perfectly still that no one could ever fully accomplish. "I am half-man and half-Ellyl." He doesn't elaborate on just what an Ellyl is. Being reminded of his heritage is a delicate subject for the immortal, one that can easily turn sour.

He decides to change the subject. "Now I have answered two of your questions. I will not answer a third until you answer one of mine."

To be fair, it's only partially the unnaturally smooth movements that had caused him to wonder that. The rest comes from the fact that Ushahin had said his other hand has been crippled for over a thousand years. That's a strong indication of not being human, unless there is some universe out there where the species is exceptionally long-lived, or some magical effect had been placed upon him.

Near has, through no influence of his own, traveled to several worlds by now and makes it a point to keep his mind open to a myriad of possible truths. With so many possibilities, they're harder to separate from fiction now, but he has no complaint. It allows him to stretch his mind.

Still, the smallest of smiles briefly pulls at his lips when his guess is confirmed to be correct.

"My world, I'm afraid, isn't terribly exciting compared to this place." It's half an answer at best. "What is an Ellyl? Those don't exist in mine."

"Considering what this place has been like thus far, I do think not terribly exciting might be an improvement." There was a wry sort of expression on Ushahin's face. He didn't mind the fog and monsters, but then, he was a rather unusual sort of person.

Something steely enters his blue eyes, turning them hard an cold. "They were the race created by the eldest god Haomane. Beautiful, perfect, vain, pointy-eared, and utter bastards." This last bit is said in the same casual tone as the rest of the description. "They are cold and so caught up in appearances and zealotry that they don't care what their effect on others might be. My only consolation is that the whole race of them is going to die out sooner rather than later." He'd seen where the whole line of them was going, the delicate thread that barely kept them alive, and couldn't be happier at what the end result was going to be.

The monsters make things far more difficult than they need to be physically, which is Near's primary complaint with them. Otherwise, he's not tremendously fussed about them. But he's never been a normal person, either, and his upbringing has only reinforced that strangeness.

He listens patiently as he continues to build, mentally ticking off just how many of these qualities he can also ascribe to Light Yagami, even human as the bastard had been. Quite a few, honestly. If Near were more capable of empathy, he might have felt some for the anger they appear to incite in his company.

"People like that are a very unpleasant sort." Perhaps not empathy, but he can offer agreement. "You say they'll die out soon with a lot of certainty. Why is that?"

"They refused the gift of my lord, the god Satoris. He offered them the quickening of the flesh that would have led to reproduction." Boiled down to its essence, it was lust and sex that he had offered them, but Ushahin would never use such crass terms to describe the gift that had been his master's.

"Their god Haomane didn't want them to have it, for he was a jealous god, and wanted his creations to be above all others that the gods had created. But without it, they reproduce hardly at all, and so they fade away more and more as the years go by. When they disappear altogether, I shall be very well satisfied." Maybe then the bitterness in Ushahin's heart towards that half of his heritage will finally disappear, though he doubts it. They had made of him a monster and a monster he would remain.

Hm. Frankly, those are 'gifts' that Near would have personally declined himself. He has no interest in or use for such things. Granted, he isn't an entire species.

"And he wouldn't see fit to simply create more himself in the absence of reproductive activity on their part?"

"He would if he could, but he can't. He's separated from his creations by the Sundering Sea. He won't dare to cross it as long as he thinks there is still a weapon that could kill him in the hands of his enemies." Ushahin wonders if the old god has sensed that Godslayer is no longer in Urulat. He hopes not. Haomane's cowardice was a satisfying thing to witness, and as long as their god never comes back, his enemies will never have a complete victory.

Event Log: The Hills Are Silent

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