hadriel_logs | Event Log: Fadeout

Who: Everyone participating in the event!
What: The event log for the Fadeout event!
Where: All around the city
When: November 15th-November 25th
Warnings: None!

The morning of November the 15th seems rather normal- that is, if you can avoid the glowing cracks in the fabric of reality tucked away among various streets. Still, they don't really seem to be doing much of anything and you can't quite see through them, so maybe they're decoration? This wouldn't be the first time the gods pulled some weird shit to shake things up around here.

By midafternoon, however, something changes. Cecily, in all her wisdom, decides to attempt to dispel one of these rifts, and the resulting shockwave sends tremors through the city. Tears throughout Hadriel open wider and allow for various demons to burst through and terrorize the various citizens. Demons will be tearing through in all corners of the city, though you can choose to avoid them if you like.

Look out for Pride and Rage demons, who attempt to brute force their way to you and feed off of your anger, steel yourselves against Despair and Fear demons who grow stronger as you give up hope, and definitely cross the street to avoid the Desire demons, who can take either male or female forms and will offer you everything you want if you just let them in.

Demons will either focus on attacking you or tempting you by taking advantage of and feeding off of your basic emotions. Agreeing to let a demon help you and mentally folding to it generally means that the demon will begin to possess you and start calling the shots- often using you as a vessel to hurt others and sow discord. If you happen to have any sort of magical abilities, extended possession can lead toward becoming an abomination after the corruption takes root.

So... you might want to avoid all of that. Luckily, there are some good things happening that can distract you- along with the demons, several nugs and fennec foxes will also pop up around the city, and if you don't want them to die a horrible death to a hungry demon, you might consider adopting them. In addition, you may find a random potion laying around- maybe this can help you fight off those demons, or maybe it'll make every nug in the city love you- or maybe it's secretly a jar of bees. Wouldn't be the first time you guys let bees in jars get a little out of hand.

► This log covers November 15th-November 25th.
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► If you are murdered by a demon, become an abomination, turn your insides to sludge with a potion, or just throw yourself from a rooftop to end it all, please let us know here!

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Between them, it is enough: by avoiding Maketh's swing the desire demon is forced into Henry's range, distracted, and in a single, furious cut he takes off its head.

The demon's death, however, does nothing to quench Henry's blazing anger. He throws down his sword and shield.

"What is going on?"

His question is snapped, though the sharpness of his tone is directionless. He knows that he would have been lost without Maketh's intervention, but right now his temper spirals out of his control.

He managed to dress before the demon caught him in its illusion, but only in clothes. He tugs off his top made damp by frost and replaces it with a dry one before he stalks over to where he keeps his armour. He pulls his arming coat on roughly and quickly laces it up with trembling hands. His mail chausses are next, and once they're secured, he slips on his haurbergeon. After that is his red leather jupon, and he gives the side lacings a hard jerk before tying them.

His breathing is harsh.

Oh good, it died. Maketh drops her arm with a shuddering gasp. "You didn't report in with the guardsmen."

He wasn't there and so she went to fetch him.

Maketh rubs her eyes, trying to force the last remnants of unfriendly magic out of her head. It clings like dust. "A demon. There are others outside."

Henry bares his teeth in a wordless snarl at Maketh's news. Demons. God have mercy upon their souls.

Henry halts his task to resolutely cross himself, before he moves onto his plate armour. He affixes each piece securely with aggressive motions, wasting no time.

"We will annihilate every one of them!"

Maketh sheaths her sword with a groan, rubbing her face. Perhaps it's psychosomatic, but she can still feel the echos of the demon's magic bounding around in her skull. Weaker, shadows of the true power, but somehow still there, and persistent in its nagging. "We don't have the firepower and you know it."

Her tone is tired, though firm. One of them has to be the voice of reason. Usually it's Henry. "We're going to do this systematically."

"It matters not if I must end their kind on my sword one by one," Henry viciously states as he tugs the straps of his cuisses tight and buckles them, "I will not suffer their foul presence to continue!"

If one preyed on his weakness, tempted him to the edge of ruin -- o God, forgive him the ignominy he has done Iamarl's memory -- then others no doubt prey on the vulnerabilities of the people he and Maketh have sworn to protect. Only when the demons are gone will everyone be safe. There can be no respite until the demonic threat is crushed.

Maketh takes a shuddering breath, then forces herself to stand up perfectly straight. If she must be the voice holding him back, then she will do it. The task is better suited to Henry's sharp voice. "Brother! Did you swear to protect these people or not?"

This time she snaps it in her officer voice. It's a tone she hasn't often taken with Henry, but on Lothal it had - on occasion - made her commanders tremble.

For better or worse, Henry is not someone who can be intimidated. Nor does her tactic do anything to tame his anger: her tone escalates his own edge. That he is so subservient to Edward is something of a miracle of Edward's making.

"You would question my resolve?!" he snarls back, as he continues armouring himself. "My honour?!"

Why should she not? he thinks bitterly. After the display she witnessed...

Yet he does love and respect Maketh. He cannot effectively calm his fury when it is like this, but he tries for her sake. Once all of his armour is on he takes up his sword and shield again. His eyes are still ablaze, and he begins pacing with all the agitation of a caged predator, but he forces himself not to simply stalk out of this apartment. To listen.

"What plan have you?" he asks, with hot impatience.

"I question nothing of the sort!"

But one of them must be reasonable about this thing or they'll fall to ruin. Maketh doesn't move to touch him. She knows how hard it is for Henry just to hold himself still and wait for her to explain instead of charging out there to slaughter demons. Not after what it did.

She'll be efficient, then.

"We're going to do it systematically. Clear a grid so nothing can hide and escape our grasp." Maketh's face is hard. "Of course we will kill them all. But we are going to do it correctly."

"All right."

Henry continues to pace, his constant motion a symptom of his volatile mood.

"Determine your grid and let us not tarry."

Event Log: Fadeout

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