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HEARTSTONE TROLLMARKET ※ CAMP


HEARTSTONE TROLLMARKET


The Nightrenders and the Sisters stop following their prey once they get some distance into the woods. The protective aura coming from the shelter up north is full of deep protective magic.

It is a strange place. It looks like a massive cavern underground was somehow thrust up through earth and stone, until the roof and one wall cracked and fell in many places, creating a sort of canyon with rounded inner walls. If they look up they'll see a starry band of the night sky through the cracked roof. The rocks clearly crushed some houses and businesses but seem to have finally settled, so it's safe to wander around.

The way the ceiling opened was a source of far more tragedy than the falling rocks, though. When day breaks, they'll see the band of sunlight that cut through this community. Scattered through this band of light are large figures wrapped in sheets and blankets, tied in place with pieces of bright cloth. Little trinkets lay scattered at their feet. If anyone takes one of the blankets off, they'll see the petrified figure of a troll, their stone face forever etched in fear and surprise. It's clear from the cloth coverings and the trinkets that this is a people that cared for their dead, and that had community and family life. Among some of the trinkets are the drawings of children and dolls left for their lost loved one.

Market stalls have been ransacked, house doors are open, with larders of whatever this people ate empty, like the people here left very suddenly. Perhaps they felt the need to leave because of their sudden exposure - their community not thrust on the surface, the walls and ceiling holding back the sun crumbling.

Or perhaps the were nervous because of what was happening to the great crystal at the center of their world: the Heartstone. This great glowing crystal that got folded into the Wilderlands, was the nexus of magical energy of a world, its lifeblood, the beating heart of all magic. It sustained and protected the trolls.

It is cracked and dying. Dimming to a deeper color, occasionally flickering in a way that shows that someday it will dim completely. But not tonight. Tonight its nourishing, protective magic will keep the monsters away and give them some light in the dark. Even without the torches of the trolls, the Heartstone's light causes gems and crystals in the cavern - now a canyon - to glimmer with its protective light.

OOC DETAILS

Quest magic: Players can handwave that the quest bond magic ultimately tugged the group to the Heartstone, eventually teleporting any stragglers to it. Once the group is gathered there, no one can go far without getting teleported back.

Time Period: The mods will set up a top-level for the night they all arrived, and a top-level for players to post their ongoing threads set over the ensuing days. Unless the group decides to leave faster, they will likely stay there for several IC days. (And the mods will probably allow this rest stop to run 1-2 OOC weeks, but will touch base with the playerbase on their preferences.)

NPCing: No npcs are left in Trollmarket - the trolls have abandoned their now unsafe home. However, gnomes can be found wandering the canyon. The gnomes seem sentient, as they clearly speak a squeaky language that just can't be translated, but they're near feral, once the pests of the trolls. They're small, extremely fast, massively strong for their tiny sizes, and love to steal the belongings of bigger people. Groups of them sometimes gang up to carry larger items. They're also aggressive: prone to biting with their pointy teeth, and taking off their pointy caps and leaping at people to stab them with the pointy horns on the tops of their heads.

Supplies: There is no human food in Trollmarket and the remains of any stalls advertising food make that clear. The trollish writing on the signs is translated by translation magic to Sylvaen, the language they've all gained knowledge of. Apparently the trolls liked to eat rocks and various minerals, socks stolen from humans, and cats. Fortunately, the cages from the stalls advertising the last one are empty, and the feral cat colony around Trollmarket makes it clear they weren't taken as emergency rations. (Occasionally there is a great racket as the gnomes and cats go to war.) However, there are resources like course cloth, woolen blankets, and sewing and cobbling materials. There are also leather goods like satchels, packs, and belts. There is rope. And waxy paper that can be used to wrap food supplies.

Weapons: There are weapons that can be found in places, but not many. The trolls were not a peaceful people but they settled most of their problems with simple, non-fatal brawling, rather than anything crueler, only fighting against outside attackers. The few weapons that can be found are very large and heavy, clearly meant for war. They're built for a people that averages 8-10 feet tall and only the strongest and largest among the squad will find them anything but unwieldy. However, there are a few "small" knives of crude metal that can be used as short swords, and metal shields probably used as bucklers, that would work as full shields for normal-sized people.

Forest resources: The woods around Trollmarket are safe, especially if traversed during the day. They're full of potential food, for those that know what to look for. There are wild blueberries, raspberries, and huckleberries, and enough flat, dark rocks to dry fruit in the sun. At the edge of a nearby pond are cattails, with edible roots, and reeds and grasses that can be used for basket-making. Dandelions grow everywhere, with edible flowers and roots, and there are edible marigold flowers. There's ample firewood, pieces of flint (though it takes time to find them), and wild game like deer and rabbits. The trolls' cookware, cutlery, and knives can be used to cook and dress animals, but might be heavy to take along. Water can be found in the pond (though it'd need boiling), or in small, cleaner springs in the woods.

Spells: Archivists will find that there are little springs in the woods that they can draw spells from. The mods will make up random spells for Archivist players that request one.
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Dan Sagittarius

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For Bunny

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Even someone as charismatic and casual as Dan can’t hide how rough this last day was. Dan walks with the horse, knowing she’s exhausted, and ties her somewhere within eyesight where she can graze and move around but not get herself tangled up. Then he introduces himself to a few of the new people, pushing through the urge to limp at how pained his back is, and washes out the stress of the day with socializing, helps tend to injuries, blocks out his problems by asking others about theirs. It all takes a few hours, and he’d feel guilty not immediately checking in with his husband, except he knows exactly how competent his husband is, and knows that his own ability to stitch wounds is valuable.

By the time he gets to Bunny, he’s had a few hits off his flask and has gone through two cigarettes that he really should be rationing. He can tell that he’s going to struggle to sleep tonight, and that’s no good when he’s already running on an all-nighter and serious physical exhaustion.

But he’s more worried about Bunny, who’s having to adjust - again - to having his powers dampened, cut down, trimmed away. Dan has the buffer of being very used to exhaustion. Bunny doesn’t. And Dan doesn’t want Bunny to see the little troll bodies with terror etched onto their preserved features. Bunny doesn’t need yet another reminder of the slaughter of innocent lives like Peony’s.

Dan finds them a house with the doorway flung open and a blanket still on a rock bed. From lying down, he can still see out the doorway and keep an eye on the horse. He curls up for warmth and wraps the blanket around himself, figuring Bunny will find him by scent.
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[personal profile] bringinghopewithme 2021-11-10 06:29 am (UTC)(link)
He does come home to Dan after making his own rounds, checking in on the kids that make up part of their makeshift camp, paying respects to the dead trolls that obviously perished when their roof caved in. It never hurts to offer respect to the locals up front, even when what remains of the locals may just be their spirits. And he's seen death too much like this not to honor the rituals.

Doubtless Dan has been making his own rounds. Bunny noted his scent, mingled with the cigarettes he had to have preserved, upon arriving at the camp. There wasn't any reason to hurry. They have all night to catch up with each other, and it's going to take them both a while to get to sleep.

When he's satisfied that there's nothing more he can be doing for anybody but himself and his husband, Bunny picks up Dan's trail and finds him in a little house with a door that can still close. Thank goodness for privacy. It's chilly out, and he's not surprised to see Dan huddled in a blanket already.

"Found you." he shuts the door behind him. It immediately falls off its hinges, so Bunny grumbles and takes a moment to rearrange it in a way that will stay in place, before leaping across the room to crawl into the stone bed and curl around Dan. "Need warming up?"
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[personal profile] hallelujahjunction 2021-11-10 07:12 am (UTC)(link)
"Ain't like I was hiding from you," Dan says, laughing at the door situation and scooting on the stone bed to make room for Bunny and wrap the blanket around the both of us, wincing a little as the way he twists highlights again how he threw his back out loading unconscious people onto a horse. "I reckon my toes can be reclassified as ice cubes."

Now he can relax as much as possible in a strange place with ugly memories swimming around in his head. There's a certain ease that comes from being around Bunny more than being with others but critically, more than being alone. He exhales deeper than he has all day, resting his head on Bunny's shoulder, wrapping his arm around him. For a while, they do things besides talk.

"How are you?" Dan asks as they cuddle, pressing his hands into Bunny's fur to get the feeling back into them. He knows that that question means something different coming from Dan than anyone else to Bunny; it's not a formality, not an accusation, not anything with a preconception. It's like Dan's idea of what Bunny's feeling today is a blank canvas, and Dan wants Bunny to fill that canvas with any colors and shapes he wants.
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Garviel Loken

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An armored figure stands watch at the edge of the camp, sword grounded between his hands, eyes watchful as he stands guard over his self-assigned wards. His eyes flicker up to the stars and the aurora. A part of him is perhaps awed, or just wondering at a sight so different from the rig, or for that matter the polluted skies of Terra as the siege progressed. Living worlds instead of dead ones, something that once seemed so far away now surrounding him. And yet... there is a loneliness and sadness to this stoic guardian. For he seems to have once again lost his way and those he cares for. At least for now.
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Elle Bryant

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Closed to Stacia (at least to start with)

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It takes a while, but eventually Elle feels put together enough to brave the group of people in the cavern.

She also really needs a new clothes because she didn't think to buy any at the Faire. She at least needs a shirt, but bottoms would be nice too. Her sweater is in immodest, bloodstained tatters, and her skirt is very singed. At least she wore a cute bra today.

She figures she'll find Stacia so Stacia can help Elle figure out if anyone has stuff to spare.
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[personal profile] millenyal_pink 2021-11-10 07:38 am (UTC)(link)
There are cats.

Elle could smell them when she walked into the trollmarket, and apparently they could smell her as well. She was soon surrounded by a pack of mewing friends.

There was only one thing for her to do: she shifted to feline and started making friends.

As people walk around and settle in for the night, they see an abnormally large mountain lion slinking around, followed by a trail of feral cats.

The group seems to be exploring, but every once in a while they'll catch sight of a gnome and give chase. They all seem to be having a wonderful time.
Edited 2021-11-10 07:39 (UTC)
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Bunny covers Dan's cold hand with his paw, to massage blood and warmth back into it, and to give himself time to consider his answer. "Angry."

Dan knows him well enough to know that's such a go-to response of his.

"Sure do hate being made to live things again that were supposed to be done." He inhales a long deep breath under Dan's hand. "Used to take a lot of comfort in the thought that whatever I been through, no matter what other awful things are coming, I don't have to live the moments that have happened again." He chuckles at himself. "Fooled myself didn't I?"

He curls his paw around Dan's hand, squeezing. "What about you?"
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[personal profile] hallelujahjunction 2021-11-10 08:19 am (UTC)(link)
"Sad." Dan wearily smiles at that. It's their usual combination, Bunny getting angry and Dan getting sad, hot and cool, red and blue. Dan's a calming influence on Bunny's aggression and Bunny's a force that pulls Dan out of turning his setbacks into crippling despair. "But I didn't see nothing worse than what shows up in my dreams a few times a week. I got off pretty easy, compared to some other folks."

The fact that he's already been drinking tonight suggests he's rattled, but he's not drunk or even buzzed.

He cuddles in closer; it's mildly cool for most people, which means it's uncomfortably cold for him, and he's deeply grateful that he married such a furry space heater. He never took the same comfort as Bunny did in things being in the past, if only because it so often feels to Dan like they're happening again, or about to happen again, his whole body and brain seeming to lock up over it. But he understands what Bunny means.

"You don't got to live through it the first time all over again. You can brace better, knowing what's coming. I reckon we can still comfort ourselves a little with that." He exhales through his nose. "I don't use this word lightly, but it felt like those things were pure evil."
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[personal profile] bringinghopewithme 2021-11-10 08:24 am (UTC)(link)
"Right. It didn't feel like the first time."

The first time that, for better or worse, in flaying them open, showed them immediately how safe they were in committing to vulnerability with each other. How difficult would it have been for each of them to let down their walls, even for each other, if that event hadn't torn them down by force?

But this felt like something that very personally wanted to hurt them. Mostly because it was actively fighting them at the same time.

"Tell me details." He doesn't hound Dan for the truth. He just knows Dan's avoidant. "I can tell you've been drinking. And, uh. Tell me how Price happened again."

There aren't many secrets Dan can keep him from smelling.
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Dan sighs. He considers asking Bunny if they can just talk it over tomorrow, considers complaining that he's so tired, that he'd rather they just enjoy the rush of having survived another near-death encounter and found themselves in each other's arms again.

But conversations like this all have to happen sometime.

"I went to help this teenage boy who had a bunch of those...things on him, and they got me and I fell off my horse, busted up my back. Just memories, you know, the usual ones, the graphic ones. And a few others meant to get under my skin, I think." Since Bunny knows he's been drinking - or rather, since Bunny's named it, as Dan was never under any illusions that Bunny wouldn't smell it on him - Dan briefly untangles from Bunny to get another drink. "Lots of my dad, which is weird, since I didn't never actually see him die."

He knows why his dad did, but he thankfully was spared, in this one case, from knowing the details of a loved one's murder.

"Anyway, I got frazzled, then I rescued Price and he was all shook up - we can talk about that later - and he didn't want to be alone, so." Dan slips back into Bunny's arms with a shrug. He knows Bunny doesn't mind him sleeping around generally, but sleeping around with Price can be a different story. "I'm fine. Just sad and needed a distraction."
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[personal profile] bringinghopewithme 2021-11-10 08:53 am (UTC)(link)
Bunny sighs as Dan gets another drink, not because of the drinking - he knows too well that Dan requires, if nothing else, enough alcohol not to go into withdrawal - but at everything that's transpired, long since before this night.

"Your dad loves you," he supplies, considering the man he met the two times he's gone back to the world Dan can never return to and keep his life and his family alive. "He wants the best for you. Does that help at all?"

He's not sure if it does, the reminder that Dan's family exists in a timeline he never got to see, but exists because Dan survived their worst timeline long enough to compel help for them.

Anyway. He's not interested in talking about Price any more than he absolutely has to. "Who was the boy? Did you run into any of the new kids, the ones not from the Rig? Or even the ones from the Rig. I met a few."

Time to consider these new young people in need of new forms of protection.
Edited 2021-11-10 08:53 (UTC)
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Bunny spends the next few days foraging for as many provisions as he can dry in the sun. With his sense of smell and his knowledge of plant lore, that's a lot, but still not enough to assuage his frustration at losing his growth powers in coming over here.

Each day he makes sure to distribute fresh berries, roots, edible flowers, as widely as he can, and dry whatever's left in the sun for longer-term provisioning. It helps that he can eat plants that most of the humans can't digest, so he loses far less energy in the foraging than a human would, eating grass and clover more or less the whole day as he goes. Hunger is a frustration he used to be very glad not to experience.

He also does his best simply to not look their way when the other refugees are barbecueing or otherwise processing rabbits. Obligate carnivores gotta carnivore, after all.

But meeting him in the woods foraging early in the day is easy. So is finding him from noon to evening, at the flat rocks where he's processing as much of the produce as didn't get eaten during the day, preparing for . . . whatever's coming, when whatever called them here makes its requests known.
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[personal profile] takenalive 2021-11-10 01:13 pm (UTC)(link)
They only spoke once, briefly, through communicators, but Loken has absolutely seen Alloran on the rig. The blue alien kept largely to himself, transforming grotesquely into a human woman on a regular basis. There's always been a dulled, shock-worn aspect to him, more obvious when he was in human morph with its human face, and he could sometimes be seen holding very still for up to hours, barely blinking. He's friendly with Stacia and Saturday. Alloran vanished soon after the riot and Planker's death.

Alloran's also chosen to stand watch tonight, and he's more lively than usual. Or 'take' watch might be the right word, since he walks a perimeter, those independently-swiveling stalk eyes scanning. Andalites tend to be light sleepers, and he's not tired enough that it overcomes the excitement earlier.
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Alloran-Semitur-Corrass

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[One afternoon, Alloran heads out into the woods and finds a clearing reasonably far from the market. He stands in the center for a while, then broadcasts his thought-speech on wide band for anyone nearby to hear. If you're not paying attention thought-speech is very like hearing regular speech, but it's not directional like sound is.]

<I am Alloran-Semitur-Corrass. If you can hear me, do not be alarmed. I will take this time to morph several great alien beasts from distant worlds. The transformation is alarming but painless, temporary, and limited to myself. I'm not interested in carnage at the moment, so let's not attack or frighten one another unless we must.>

[Then he morphs, which is a horrible, Cronenburgian process to look at or overhear. Lots of melting, bulging, cracking, contorting... It looks Bad, I can go into more detail if you want. First, he transforms into a vaguely tarantula-like thing with six limbs and covered in craggy stone. When he's done taking that form for a walk - it's got a surprisingly delicate step considering that it makes the ground tremble - he morphs back into an Andalite and rests for a few minutes.

Then he morphs a sort of small tree with drooping blue 'mouths' and a ridiculous number of fine, far-stretching vine limbs that swirl and twist about. It flows rather than walking. In a jungle it might be able to blend in. Here, in daylight, it's just sort of... bad? Bad is a good word. It's got this sort of shine...

After demorphing and resting again, Alloran becomes a knuckle walking crocodilian thing, vaguely like an ape and entirely too fast and energetic for its size. All of these alien monsters are twenty feet tall - or across, if across is a larger measurement - and if you have any ability to judge his moods at all, or the body language of some very odd creatures, he doesn't seem happy to turn into them.

Maybe you heard him and came to see! Maybe you weren't close enough when he said it, so it's a surprise. Maybe you're hunting and see a deerlike shape, don't care that he's blue, and don't stop to count the eyes and limbs? Or is it something else?]
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[personal profile] diedforyoursins 2021-11-10 04:53 pm (UTC)(link)
Kaworu moves fairly quietly. Not ninja-like, necessarily – especially not with an actual ninja among them – but with a calm gait and soft steps. Still, it's unlikely he's going to surprise those rabbit ears.

Regardless, he approaches during those late afternoon hours when the sun is dipping down towards the treetops and Bunny is hard at work drying foraged goods. It seems maybe like politeness at first that Kaworu doesn't speak up, like he doesn't want to interrupt, until he does anyway.

"You work hard to provide for all," he says without preamble. "Harder than most here."