Topic: Madness of the Skies-- IC Playables

Sky Watchers

Date: 2017-07-28 21:33 EST
Madness of the Skies— IC Playables

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Beginning Tuesday, August 1st the Rhy'Din meteor showers will start to get close enough, bright enough to begin affecting people. From Wednesday August 9th through Sunday August 20th there will be a notable increase in meteors and effects.

This thread will be a list of all playables for folks to follow. OOC information here

Any ideas for playables are welcome, please message me.

Sky Watchers

Date: 2017-07-28 22:04 EST
August 1st—and so it begins

The curtain of night had just begun to tinge the horizon. Arabrab and Trebor could already been seen creeping across the sky. It was between the two moons that it happened:

The brilliant streak of white light marking where a chunk of meteroid had skated across the atmosphere at the wrong angle to penetrate and burned up instead. It was bright enough that although there was an hour or so of daylight left it could clearly be seen.

Down below in the market square a few patrons had seen it and there was a dull buzz. "Did you see that?" "Wow! That looked huge!" "I wonder if it fell somewhere?"

Truth was that piece was probably no larger than marble. Still, the Watchers who had also seen it turned to each other. It was time.

As day progressed into dark a few more meteors skirted place the planet, all the brighter for the blackening backdrop. By full dark there had been a dozen. Another dozen would be seen before dawn broke.

Before that something else happened: A couple on the street had stopped to watch a trio of shooting stars in awe, when suddenly the woman burst out into hysterical laughter. Her partner was at a loss, at first nervously laughing along at first, but growing concerned when it lingered on. After a couple of minutes the woman stopped, and she couldn't explain why it'd happened in the first place, no matter how her beau asked.

The city was peppered with more odd, yet benign, events over the course of the night.

Sky Watchers

Date: 2017-08-07 17:43 EST
August 7th—The Song that Never Ends and Other Magical Mishaps

Horatio Swftboil owns one of those tiny potion shops nestled down a tiny alley down that turn of that one particular street where one might expect to find such a thing. He is a squat half-goblin with frazzled white hair, oversized spectacles....and the best damn draught of Dreamless Sleep in the city. Or so he says. What with the frequency of nightmares that seem to plague every other citizen in Rhy'Din it is definitely a hot commodity.

His secret was working in the early, early hours of the day, just when the worst of dreams might strike. It was just another routine night of slicing and dicing, mashing and mixing, and he had just added the final ingredient when something went a little....wrong. Was that essence of nettle he'd grabbed? He could have sworn it was.

But instead of it turning a deep purple when he started to stir counterclockwise....Well. It exploded. Sort of. If turning into a foam and then expanding exponentially in size until it blew open the door of his street level shop and right on down the street itself.

The foam happens to be mostly harmless, though those who come in contact with it might feel and exceptionally strong urge to take a nap. Clean up took the better part of the day to clean up, mostly because people helping kept needing to take breaks to snooze. The local coffee shops were making coffee by the gallons.

——-

At the same time as the foam-potion-party, all the way across the city Petunia Shield was in the middle of blessing a house with a protection spell when catastrophe stuck.

The stately priestess had gone through the steps to set up the magic circle, lit her candles, and had opened her ornate spell book to precisely the right page. Everything started out correct. Her voice was strong, lilting, just the right pitch for the spell. But instead of the words written on the page she started singing this:

"This is the spell that does not end, it just goes on and on my friend, some people started singing it, not knowing what it was, and they'll continue singing it forever just because, it is the spell that does not end..."

And on and on, enspelling everyone within hearing distance to stop what they were doing it to repeat after her. Dozens of people were caught up for over an hour until one elderly fellow who couldn't hear the spell well enough to get hooked had the presence of mind to knock out dear Petunia.

No one was the worse for wear, other than having the song stuck in their head for the rest of the day and being mildly inconvenienced.

Getting worse as the week progresses, folks might notice their magical abilities don't work quite as expected. Think big, think small!

Sky Watchers

Date: 2017-08-09 21:28 EST
August 9th—A sense of doom

Old Mother Jenphira had made a good life reading the future. She was half-elf, half-human, but not from a breed of elf that was Undying. No, at two hundred and three she was hunched, white haired, and her face weathered and lined. Those crows feet were from years of kind smiles, and laughs lines from....well....many laughs. It was a good life.

In her youth the Sight had been strong. She could summon up visions of fates and futures of any who crossed her path. As she got older the talent waned until it was nothing but hints and whispers—if she was lucky. Perhaps she was even more lucky that Rhy'Din was full of wide-eyed folks from "magicless" worlds desperate for answers.

So she had set up a little shop near the Welcome Center where she read cards, palms, tea leaves, crystal balls, pretty much anything that fresh faces from the many incarnations of Earth would buy into. Oh, surely she was a charlatan, but one with good intentions!

"Ah yes, my boy, I can see it now. The fogs are lifting..." She was speaking to a young man seated across the small table from her. Between them sat a haze filled crystal ball. "You are going to be very happy here, yes. Head to the Red Dragon inn, there you will meet some wonderful people who will guide you on your journey."

The young man perked up. "Will I" Can I ever go home again?" Ah, another displaced soul. His lower lip quivered.

Jen smiled kindly at him, and reached out to pat his hand. She had been about to reassure him about his newfound life that was about to become a lot more weird when something gripped at her mind.

"Darkness," she croaked hoarsely. "Darkness and fire." Her eyes were dim and unfocused. The boy poor struggled to free his hand from her vice-like grip. "It will be here soon. Soon. Soon. Soon!" She didn't even notice the boy had gotten loose and scrambled from her shop.

She slumped over the table for a moment, then back upright with a gasp like she'd been holding her breath. The memory of the vision had faded quickly leaving her baffled where the boy had gone, then just as quickly lamented the lost payment...

—-

Across the city Watchers keeping their rooftop vigils suddenly looked at each other and not the sky.

"It's coming."

Kyrian

Date: 2017-08-14 21:37 EST
The Star Party

The stage had been set for a lovely evening. Low tables set out ringed with comfy pillows to lounge on. Plenty of food and drink for people to pick at. Telescopes set up to watch the night sky. Kyrian was over-the-moon when the first couple of people showed up. In total there were maybe a dozen" More with the kids that one woman had brought—he couldn't remember her name. He couldn't remember quite a few of the names thrown his way.

It had been fun getting to chat a little with folks in between some education about the stars themselves. He thought it had been a brilliant idea to print up star maps to explain some of the constellations and their meanings. That had been Lucas's idea and hard work. Kyrian had been too preoccupied that the party would be a complete bust.

His concerns were ill founded. One boy, Des, had seemed particularly interested in the observatory. Others had seemed at least politely interested. It had been a success! For the most part. Up until the latter part of the night when the big event was to occur. The large meteor was going to pass by and then there showers should have gone on a little longer, then early morning taper to nothing.

One woman—he couldn't remember her name, either—had seemed a little concerned all night. Kyrian had attributed it to superstitious fear. Not that he'd said as much. As the night progressed she had seemed a little jumpier—and a couple others had muttered about something to do with magic. The astronomer had scoffed internally.

It certainly seemed like magic, though. As soon as midnight had arrived it began. It wasn't subtle, either. What had been a few shooting stars turned into a flood that just about lit up the night sky there were so many. As before they were a rainbow of colors, this time ten times as bright. Kyrian looked up in surprise to see such activity, utterly surprised.

And then another shift. The rainbow's colors bled into pure red like the sky was on fire.

Lucas, seeing that people were putting up shields, was trying to drag Kyrian under one as well. His cousin may not be paranoid, but he sure was! But Kyrian was being his usual stubborn self and warded off Lucas's insistent tugging on his sleeve. He took a few more steps away from the little group, head craned back. Just as suddenly as the shower had begun, suddenly the sky went black.

The sky flared again with a singular light as the flaming watermelon, which had grown into a flaming Cadillac, struck the atmosphere. The brilliance was like Kyrian had predicted, it had mostly burned up on impact. Only there was a second flare shortly after and the watchers would really see something like the explosion of a firework as tiny shards of meteorite shower across the sky. So high up those pieces would scatter far across the continent, most not larger than pebbles. But the core of the meteor hadn't burned up as expected, but has shrunk significantly. Only the size of an apple now, but a fireball is a fireball and it was sure as heck screaming towards the glen.

Much of the party had been shielded or too far out of the path of the meteor to have been affected. It was probably pure luck that the meteorite had headed right for the lake where it plunked with a loud splash and a hiss as it cooled rapidly on impact. In it's wake, though, it had cast off more flecks and shards, one of which had struck Kyrian in the head, just above his left eyebrow.

The man had yelled in surprised pain. By the time the gathering was out of danger, though, the pain had faded to a dull ebb. He was left with a memento—a dime sized fleck of metal fused to his skin. It was odd how little it hurt. He knew it should have been pure agony. After all....that fleck had been literally molten when it hit him. Perhaps it had just been too much for his poor brain to handle"

Whatever the case was, the others at the party had urged Lucas to take him to the ER right away, which is precisely what his younger cousin had done. A slice of a scalpel later and he was bandaged up, no worse for the wear. The metal hadn't penetrated very far, though he was warned he was likely going to have a scar.

Lucas thought that was hilarious! "Now people are really going to think you're Harry Potter."

Less than an hour later they headed home, Kyrian with his star party favor in a little glass jar.

——

Elsewhere across the continent the pebble-sized shards and dust that had splintered on impact would fall harmlessly to the earth, cool enough by that time that they could be easily handled.

Most of the stones found would be an iridescent coppery color*

A few would be dark, greenish, and contained pieces of unintelligible gibberish.**

And then fewer still looked like pieces of glass containing whole galaxies.***



*The copper stones are overall harmless. Magical characters encountering them may get a "zap" and find their abilities/powers briefly blocked. Non-magical characters will be entirely unaffected.

**The rune covered stones use a mix of Egyptian-like hieroglyphics, pictographs, etc. They make little or no sense. Unless you want to have a piece to the puzzle, then drop me a line!

***If you want to find a galaxy stone, contact me. They may be getting a visit from the Sky Watchers.

Sky Watchers

Date: 2017-08-19 19:23 EST
http://i.imgur.com/yUIexPl.jpg The Day of Black Sun

On Monday, the twenty-first of August, Rhy'Din's moons Arabrab and Trebor will align in front of the sun for the first time in three-hundred years. The total eclipse will take place at approximately 2:48pm RST(EST) and last for a total of two minutes and forty seconds as it travels across the main continent. By 4:09pm the eclipse will no longer by visible.

At least, that is how eclipses normally work.

On this day the eclipse will begin as it should, but it will not end. For twenty-four hours the umbra will bathe the continent in near-total blackness. The seers who had exhaled a sigh of relief after the passing of the red meteor shower—the fire many had seen—were wrong when they thought the brief pause of blackness after had been the darkness.

With the darkness comes the madness. At the height of the eclipse the effect will be the worst, a void cast blocking magic and triggering the most contagious sort of madness: Fear. Fear leads to panic which turns to frenzy.

The black sun will hang in the sky all through the night, the moons mysteriously missing from the deep black sky. No stars will be seen this night and with the halo of the sun's corona no true night will fall.

Throughout the darkness the Sky Watchers will leave their roof tops and descend to the streets, seeking out pockets of violence.

At 2:48pm on Tuesday the twenty-second the darkness will lift and all will be as it was.

—OOC—

As always, choose to play along or ignore completely!

The magical void can be played as a void for the full event, partial, just at the height, etc.

I chose to use the actual eclipse times and stretch it out for a full day to catch when people are typically around for live play.

The madness element is left a little vague! But there could be fights, rioting, etc.

Have fun with it!