There’s something bittersweet about the departure from Pom Pom Archipellica for the crew. After all, most of their days were spent in relative peace and anonymity; there were no prying marine eyes and an abundance of peace that felt like the sweetest slumber after their stints in prison. And yet, to reach their desires, settling for the humdrum was out of the question. On the 9th, the crew sail aboard from their brand new vessel.
The ocean welcomes them with a soothing calmness, the gentle waves lapping back and forth against the ship as it swims along the currents. Navigation was easier than expected and the crew seemed keen on exploring every crevice of their new ship. But it isn’t long before that too became a bore. The sea feels endless. The waves beckon like a never ending abyss as each day passed and the horizon remained unchanged. If the crew had been any smaller; perhaps they would have began to drive each other insane.
Small incidents occurred on board, from a few rancid dishes to stolen soaps, the bickering and chatting somehow managed to remind them of what freedom was like. The simplicity of such things seemed mundane and the days that passed almost made them all forget of their time at Os Ferventis. Even those who were spared of the hell had been trapped in a seemingly endless wandering that led them nowhere. And yet now that they had gathered together aboard the Night Howler, something greater than Gods seemed to beckon them closer.
“How much fucking longer?” CHILD OF FLAMES is antsy, having grown tired of the same watery view.
“Shut up,” their designated navigator disgruntled by the interruption. MADAME MASSACRE continues to chart the sea while CROOKED HOUND steers. GOD KILLER and DEMON EATER overwatch the process, observing and awaiting any shift in view.
“Feels like an eternity,” FLOWER OF ICE mumbles, swinging her feet from atop a table as she looks out. The horizon appears to be empty of anything until CHEMICAL PEARL shouts loudly in declaration at the sight of new found land.
[ NOW ENTERING MYLYDOS]
MYLYDOS ― GOSPEL
Mylydos ⤬ February 26th 4PM 1706.
Staggering architectural buildings and impressive marble pillars could be seen dotting the landscape. A blend of crimson, plum and onyx colors blurred through the thralls of people. A population far larger than Pom Pom Archipellica, Mylydos was nothing short on people and nationalistic pride. The crew well aware of their reputation had decidedly worn clothes to conceal their identity - lest they were caught immediately by those loyal to the marines.
QUEEN OF PLAGUE and her brother, KING OF DROUGHT seem most familiar with Mylydos as it was considered a remotely distant “brother” nation to their own homeland. And yet, despite the influences, the methods in which this country ruled and governed were perhaps entirely unknown to them. Given the strictness of the regime, Mylydos is reputed for having a rather closely guarded port; information was limited - thus; encouraging ignorance amongst its populace.
But there’s nothing short of wealth and prosperity that seems to flourish through the stone paved roads, winding endlessly as each corner had a variety of stalls providing the freshest supplies of food. Though at this point, another look at fish seemed to be enough to incite a riot amongst the group.
But before their descent onto land - GOD KILLER had briefed all of his crew.
“What we need to find is located somewhere on this island, a clue that leads to Genesis. We’re better off splitting as a team to cover as much land as we can. It’s safer this way in case someone get’s caught or killed.” He’d cut his losses doing it like this after all. “We’ll find a way to communicate and report back but we’re not leaving this damn island until we find what we need.” His gaze is steady and unwavering; they had to find the first piece that would lead them to the mother of all Gods and he’d be damned if they failed at the very first step.
Mylydos ⤬ February 27th - March 19th.
𝐎𝐁𝐉𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐒
COLOSSEUM - ft. FLOWER OF ICE / CROOKED HOUND / THREE EYED OMEN / DEMON EATER / UNDEAD BLIGHT / MASTER OF DEATH
It was out of DEMON EATER’s curiosity that the group had stumbled into the area; crowded by a plethora of burly looking characters. From the outside, the arena is massive and filled to the brim with voices yelling and screaming. CROOKED HOUND seems unimpressed by the event in its entirety. THREE EYED OMEN however finds themselves staring off - one couldn’t quite tell if they were viewing the burly figures or admiring the structure of the building.
Just as they were about to leave the area, a guard stops the group.
“WE FOUND THEM SIR, THE HYDRAS,” he grabs FLOWER OF ICE by the arm, pulling them along with the others. “You were all due to fight and you’re thinking about cheating patrons off of their money? Tsk, shouldn’t have wandered in so stupidly.”
Despite UNDEAD BLIGHT and MASTER OF DEATH’s protests and attempt of correcting the mistake, it seems that there’s no other choice but to follow along. CROOKED HOUND assesses their environment as they’re thrusted into the training pen - watching as others stared at them. “There’s no use in fighting the guards or trying to run, they’ll kill us on the spot. At least if we fight in the ring, there’s a chance to survive.” One tall man murmurs to their smaller, companion as they walk pass the crew.
They observe the first round, a mix of admiration, awe and confusion at the grotesque horror of slaughter before them. There was no person versus person - rather, it was a sea of humans fending for themselves in an attempt to decimate the weakest links. Victory seemed only palpable when the last group remained standing.
“Seem’s like we’re in a death match...” DEMON EATER deduces.
“All for one, one for all.” CROOKED HOUND finishes.
― ♦ ―
HOUSE OF CALUSTRUS - ft. MADAME MASSACRE / PHANTOM MERCY / SUNKEN WITCH / LITTLE MISS RED / ANGEL OF TERROR / CURSED SOLDIER
To most, the new sights and wonders were interesting. But for one person in particular, it was anything but. LITTLE MISS RED seems more wary than the rest of her companions, slightly more frazzled than she usually was. It wasn’t that long ago when she remembered the many siblings she had and how one in particular had been wed off here. And yet, in lieu of the many wives and children her father had - she couldn’t pin point which one it was.
And thus, it remains a mystery in her head. PHANTOM MERCY and SUNKEN WITCH appear to be in talks with each other, the former attempting to blend while the latter distracted by anything that seemed remotely similar to gold and diamonds. MADAME MASSACRE remains the most on guard comparatively to the group, her eyes flickering between people and faces as if to determine who would be a threat.
They walk through the manor streets and it isn’t long before there’s a clear uneasiness as all eyes begin to stare at them. ANGEL OF TERROR seems unbothered by the attention while CURSED SOLDIER seems to be mumbling something under his breath - perhaps counting the number of heads he could disassemble.
A stranger seems to recognize LITTLE MISS RED from the group and before they could even refuse - the group were ushered off into a a mansion where they were gawked at by strangers. “We heard of your arrival and wanted to welcome you to the HOUSE OF CALUSTRUS. It’s the last family can do for their kin. We’re happy to also provide lodging for your friends.”
― ♦ ―
BAZZAR - ft. SAINT GUILLOTINE / RAZOR FIST / ATLAS VOID / QUEEN OF PLAGUE / MOON BLADE / KING OF DROUGHT
The Bazzar carries a wide arrange of toys and oddities but nothing as rare or strange as the ones they had stumbled upon previously in Pom Pom Archipellica. Like a child, RAZOR FIST is the first to be distracted by the sweets that offered in rows of stalls. Despite the protest of the group who seemingly wanted to abandon him - they were forced to follow after him in lieu of Captain’s agenda.
Despite the hassle, the group seems to find some joy in their walk through the crowded streets, mostly sampling whatever free items made available to them. Others were more cautious, sniffing contents and ultimately disposing them in fear of poison. SAINT GUILLOTINE seemingly enjoys the challenge, popping anything free into his mouth as a test of his own survivability.
“What if we just leave him, think it’ll matter?” SAINT GUILLOTINE suggests, half jokingly, half threateningly.
“We need him even if he’s ...” QUEEN OF PLAGUE trails off as she goes after him.
Through the winding road and the zig zagging streets, they eventually stumble upon what appears to be an abandoned road. But before they could inspect the curiosity of the entrance, a scream could be heard in the distance.
ATLAS VOID is the first to react, attacking whatever thing was injured. Its MOON BLADE who get’s a glimpse of the sight first.
“Odd isn’t it? It’s looks like ... a pixie.” Her voice inquisitive but the poor creature appears to be lifeless.
“Or is it a fairy?” KING OF DROUGHT muses out loud.
“Hm,” RAZOR FIST interjects, glancing at the macabre scene. “The pattern on their skin looks like something over there.” And it’s QUEEN OF PLAGUE who returns to the entrance first. It’s as if it were sealed and difficult to touch or walk through in the broad daylight if one wasn’t careful enough to truly look. Careful inspection and the mirage shifts, road no longer - the path before them floats towards a door.
― ♦ ―
TALAIPORIA ISLE - ft. GOD KILLER / BELLS OF HELL / CHILD OF FLAMES / CHEMICAL PEARL / BLOOD THIEF
Walking was not in the books for them and that’s how they ended up on the cheapest boat tour available. CHILD OF FLAMES glides their hand through the water despite the warnings from their navigator. “A little bite won’t kill anyone, a hook hand is cool,” CHILD OF FLAMES grins cheekily, eventually bored of flicking water droplets.
“I wonder...” CHEMICAL PEARL muses as the boat glides through - her gaze fixated on the city that laid before them. Her imagination runs wild with thoughts of combustion. It’s only when the boat jostles that she’s shaken out of her thoughts.
GOD KILLER sits quietly, arms crossed as he eyes it all unfazed by the extent of wealth Mylydos displayed.
And yet, it appeared that illiteracy ruled their lives and what started off as scenic, was anything but.
The once pristine streets lined with colorful fabrics, bustling voices and cheery faces are replaced with nothing less of the slums. It’s BLOOD THIEF’s face that darkens first. Before them are beggars, some bleeding while others barely bandaged. Hunger ravages through the faces of the people at the ISLEs. The boat crashes into a jagged part of the land mass. Their navigator curses beneath their breath, forcing the group off shore. It’s then they’re greeted by devastation.
“Please if you have something to spare, please,” a voice begs BELLS OF HELL, a child tugs on her hand shakily. Her figure is gaunt, eyes that sink far deeper into her little face that stare with such tragedy.
“I’m sorry if she’s bothering you miss, we humbly welcome you to the isles,” the haggard voice of an old man greets them. “Please follow me, we don’t usually have guests so it is an honor.”
― ♦ ―
𝐌𝐘𝐋𝐘𝐃𝐎𝐒 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐈 𝐌𝐀𝐏
This is a brief over view / key guide of what the map of what Mylydos looks like and has to offer. You’re free to explore everywhere EXCEPT the areas that are dotted in red ( unless otherwise stated. )
OOC GAMEPLAY
You’re free to begin creating / musing new threads and are encouraged to communicate within your respective group chats!
This part of the story will require a lot of interaction not only between the admin but between players to speak with each other and make decisions together (should the scenario require it!)
The date in which characters may interact will be between Feb 9th - March 19th 1706.
Estimated to take 2-3 weeks to complete!
Please read through the announcement as I’ll be including more information regarding what the upcoming week & schedule will look like.
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LOCATION: The Train (The Evening of the Announcement)
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The point of leaving the food car in the first place was to find Cinna, but they made pit stops along the way. It was the conversation with Griffin that simultaneously caught her off guard and went exactly as she had expected. He is hiding something or, rather, he knows more than he’s leading on.
She had heard whispers of the Rebellion, of course, but always boiled them down to sweet nothings. Wren has questions, Fava does too, which is why they go unanswered. There is nothing the Victor can say to ease either mind.
That’s what Cinna is for.
A friend and confidant, Fava trusts Cinna openly. They are the first person that she truly felt connected to when she entered the Capitol. When the sisters find them, there is a flood of questions on her tongue, but she miraculously manages to remain calm. There is an edge in her voice. “What’s happening?” Beside her, Wren signs the same question asked to Griffin: are you okay?
LOCATION: The Train (The Morning After the Announcement)
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With Wren under Nelly’s watchful eye, Fava has the morning to herself. She intends to be back before lunch, to curl against Hudson as they discuss what they were able to learn in their time apart, to braid her sister’s hair as she signs rapidly about what she did all morning. She has one goal in the meantime and it isn’t to distress — she wants to find Griffin.
There was something off about him, something that stuck with her and kept her awake. There is something that she’s missing. The Rebels have control of the train, but what does that really mean?
She follows her gut instinct and heads to the bar cart, her eyes prematurely narrowed as she plans the interrogation that will fall from her tongue. But she was wrong. She swallows slightly, saving it on her teeth for later. There is someone else that earns her attention. Fava approaches with caution. “Swann,” she begins, “it is a little early for a drink, don’t you think?” She is used to playing mother. That’s all she’s been for years. (Now, that’s not true: Survivor, Victor, Girl on Fire)
