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[open] Event Post: To Silverglen
Who: OTA.
Where: Silverglen Retreat.
When: Various dates between May 16th-23rd. Indicate the date in the subject line of your post if it's important!
What: Dragonsworn deal with the aftermath of Sin'thalas by going to a village of much friendlier elves... And find that some things have suddenly changed.
Warnings: None yet, will update as needed.
[ Be sure to read the plotting post and confirm your flight's reputation before posting! Thanks! ]
The mood in Silverglen Retreat is somber in the days following the incident at Sin'Thalas. News travels fast even to a little outpost like Silverglen, and it's hard not to talk about the clash between the Dragonsworn and the elves in the east. Certainly, it's all that seems to be on any Silverglen elf's mind when they see you approach the tangled undergrowth that serves as the gate to the village.
As such, the guards appear to be even more vigilant than usual-- subtly keeping an eye on those of certain flights and not-so-subtly watching the others. It's strange. The elves didn't treat you like this a matter of days ago, and it's not as if you did anything at Sin'thalas to change their opinion of you this much. What happened?
The townsfolk seem to give you the same treatment. Where one merchant might've bartered with you freely, now they refuse to take your business. Where one villager shied away from you, now they treat you as a friend. Perhaps they even point and whisper behind their hands. Obviously they know something you don't, but if they're pressed about it it's only a matter of time before the story comes out.
Someone in your flight has done something to put everyone's trustworthiness in question.
[ Plotting Post/Questions | Barrow Den Log | Wrap-up Post ]
Where: Silverglen Retreat.
When: Various dates between May 16th-23rd. Indicate the date in the subject line of your post if it's important!
What: Dragonsworn deal with the aftermath of Sin'thalas by going to a village of much friendlier elves... And find that some things have suddenly changed.
Warnings: None yet, will update as needed.
The mood in Silverglen Retreat is somber in the days following the incident at Sin'Thalas. News travels fast even to a little outpost like Silverglen, and it's hard not to talk about the clash between the Dragonsworn and the elves in the east. Certainly, it's all that seems to be on any Silverglen elf's mind when they see you approach the tangled undergrowth that serves as the gate to the village.
As such, the guards appear to be even more vigilant than usual-- subtly keeping an eye on those of certain flights and not-so-subtly watching the others. It's strange. The elves didn't treat you like this a matter of days ago, and it's not as if you did anything at Sin'thalas to change their opinion of you this much. What happened?
The townsfolk seem to give you the same treatment. Where one merchant might've bartered with you freely, now they refuse to take your business. Where one villager shied away from you, now they treat you as a friend. Perhaps they even point and whisper behind their hands. Obviously they know something you don't, but if they're pressed about it it's only a matter of time before the story comes out.
Someone in your flight has done something to put everyone's trustworthiness in question.
/slowly crawls out of her abyss
It sounds like they may think differently. [Its not a jab towards him, just an honest observation.] I've... never been in there before myself so, I wouldn't know how they'd react, but...
[Perhaps they just need a mediator of some sort.]
/RISES FROM THE DEEP
Will you help me?
/swarms over like a murloc
I'll try. I... can't promise anything though.
MRRRGGLLLRRRGGLLLGLGLLLGLLLL
Thank you! It's okay if it doesn't work out. I'll just find another way.
Oh, my name's Yugo.
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Mine's Namine. Shall we go?
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[He dusts himself off one more time, then nods and starts forward, immediately putting on an expression of determination!]
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She follows behind him closely, enough to give them both some space of need be. Thankfully it doesn't seem to be a long walk, but its clear that the elves are already taking notice of Yugo and don't look at all pleased about it.]
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Um, do you mind going first? They might not realize we're together.
[That sounds awful, so he amends it with:]
Don't worry. I'll make sure nothing happens to you.
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...Still, those arrows look a bit unnerving. Naminé glances between them and Yugo before nodding at him. She's faced worse anyways, by way of Marluxia, Larxene and almost Saix. This should be okay, and hopefully a misunderstanding.
Gotta be brave in a situation like this. Sora gained entrance into other worlds and settlements hundreds of times. This shouldn't be too bad. Just need to be brave.]
Ahh... We're seeking passage into Silverglen.
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The guard in charge eyes Yugo with distrust, then shifts her gaze to Nami.]
What flight do you belong to, girl? Can you prove it?
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Turning back to the guard.]
...I am from Bronze, but... [And this alone could potentially give them reason to turn her into a piece of swiss cheese alone, but her powers here are so new and not what she's used to.] H-how do you want me to prove it?
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We require all dragonsworn to show proof of what flight they belong to. All dragonsworn have powers from their flight.
[Yugo brightens.] Oh, I know what she's talking about. I'm bluesworn so I can make ice appear, even though I still have my other powers.
Maybe just... hold out your hand and concentrate? Don't point at anyone, though.
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Cripes, what if its that dangerous? But Yugo... Namine assured him that she'd help.]
...Alright. [Breathe in, breathe out, and she holds out a hand, thinking. He mentioned ice. Maybe they're all elemental in nature...
Its thin, lightly coloured, and rather weak, but one single streak of lightning drops from the sky into her hand. Its enough to startle her and loose her concentration. It disappears quickly.]