Festival of Lights The Outskirts came alive at dusk. It began with a faint glow, pinpricks of light scattered to the wind. When one drew closer, though, the lanterns showed their true beauty. All along the Outskirts, from the Fields to the Woodlands and everywhere in between (even right up against the border of the Hollowed Grounds) - wooden stakes had been driven into the ground, upon which hung a variety of lamps and baubles and homemade lanterns, all unique, each one with its own personality. Some were made from paper and decorated wildly with paint and dyes and goodness knew what else. Others were formed out of glass which floated like ghosts, undoubtedly manipulated by magic. There were lanterns of leaves and twigs, lanterns of fabric and ink, lanterns of flame and earth and lightning for those Abandoned who knew how to creatively manipulate their elements. For every light, there was a person - someone who had crafted it lovingly, painstakingly. All of those people were gathered, too - a firepit crackled merrily at what seemed to be the centre of the celebrations. There they spoke, they drank, they laughed and remembered and conversed with one another. Some were making their lanterns even now. The Festival of Lights had begun. Welcome to the 308 PC Festival of Lights! This SWE is open to Naturals and Outlanders alike! What's it all about, you ask? Outlanders, you should probably find some of the natives to ask... - You will need to post at least 2-3 times in this thread to gain credit for the SWE. - Have fun! |
Site Wide Event The Festival of Lights
|
|||||||
Age: 6 | Height: | Race: Attuned | Nationality: Natural | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds Level: - Strg: - Dext: - Endr: - Luck: - Int:
Played by: Admin
Change author: Posts: 840 | Total: 3,283 MP: 0
12-01-2018, 08:00 PM
the Bastion
Age: 31 | Height: 5'11 | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Torchline Level: 15 - Strg: 70 - Dext: 65 - Endr: 101 - Luck: 100 - Int: 3 ORIA - Mythical - Spriggan (Ghost)
Played by: Odd
Change author: Posts: 10,858 | Total: 16,513 MP: 1359
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission. the Wraith
General of the Hollowed Grounds
Age: 47 | Height: 5'8'' | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Natural | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds Level: 12 - Strg: 61 - Dext: 60 - Endr: 61 - Luck: 58 - Int: 2 LOKI - Mythical - Dragon (Energy Blast)
Played by: Astor
Change author: Posts: 3,156 | Total: 4,350 MP: 0
12-01-2018, 08:50 PM
Huntress / Witch
Age: 44 | Height: 5'9 | Race: Abandoned | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Greatwood Level: 5 - Strg: 11 - Dext: 19 - Endr: 19 - Luck: 16 - Int: COCO - Regular - Cloud Wyrm
Played by: Honey
Change author: Posts: 1,328 | Total: 16,930 MP: 0
12-01-2018, 09:56 PM
the Archangel
Baker ✓
Age: 30 | Height: 5'6 | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Natural | Citizenship: Stormbreak Level: 5 - Strg: 49 - Dext: 45 - Endr: 52 - Luck: 49 - Int: JYOTI - Mythical - Starwhale (Humpback)
Played by: shark
Change author: Posts: 3,098 | Total: 4,624 MP: 2580
12-01-2018, 11:19 PM
Ah, the Festival of Lights. One of her favorite days of the year, the Festival brings out a rarely seen social side in the girl, who basks with pleasure in the gentle lantern light, the flickering shadows of countless candles softening her features into a soft facsimile of their usual severity. On quiet feet she floats through the festival, dark eyes sparkling with pleasure and pride. Her delicate lanterns are strung on twine, and she seeks the perfect place to display her work. There- an empty stake, just waiting for an offering to be made. The girl lifts her collection of lanterns, arranging them carefully along the stake. They are made of thin paper, parchment found in the Atheneum - she collects the loose leaves that have lost their books, recycling them annually into delicate art. The candles within shine radiantly through, illuminating lost and beautiful language. The girl loves her careful creations, and though it pains her to see the pages separated from their books, she hopes the beauty of them is a suitable second life. As she strings the lights, she recites her prayers, her alto voice a melodious hum. "One for Vi, who created the world," the girl sings, hanging the first. "Two for Rae, who preserves the world, "Three for Mort, who destroys the world, "Four for Caido, who holds the world." There are some who would argue that the Old Gods are not the ones to be remembered, but the girl has been honoring them all her life. Still, from her bag she pulls one more lantern - smaller, simpler, not of ornate paper but still lovingly crafted from thin glass, hand-spun and well cared for and clearly old. The bottom filled with oil and set aflame, she secures it carefully upon the spike, her fingers lingering on the lip of the globe before falling away to hang by her side. There is no sung prayer for this one, no whispered word of love; only a single sharp tear and a quickly subdued tremble passing over her face like a shade. But the dark unhappiness is quickly banished, for shadows cannot linger in the glow of so much light. Amalia sniffs and looks around, inspecting the lanterns others have hung nearby. She is determined to enjoy herself, to be friendly. That is what they would have wanted, after all. we might be hollow, but we're brave the Penumbra
Queen of the Hollowed Grounds
Age: 34 | Height: 5'4" | Race: Ascended x Abandoned | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds Level: 4 Abandoned (Level 3 Ascended) - Strg: 19 - Dext: 14 - Endr: 20 - Luck: 9 - Int:
Played by: Skylark
Change author: Posts: 1,453 | Total: 13,967 MP: 0
12-02-2018, 06:35 AM
the White Knight
Age: 34 | Height: 5'10 | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Torchline Level: 15 - Strg: 60 - Dext: 75 - Endr: 60 - Luck: 82 - Int: 3 SUGAR - Mythical - Dragon (Ice Breath)
Played by: Honey
Change author: Posts: 6,285 | Total: 16,930 MP: 201
12-02-2018, 03:53 PM
R O N I N
This new world was filled with as many wonders as it was horrors, Ronin was beginning to discover. He had seen the lights and had assumed, at first, that they might be a sign of danger - especially given how close to the outskirts of this place they were - but when he approached (dressed in his old Storm Guard gear and ready for a fight, no less) he instead found... a celebration, it seemed. Or a festival, or both. A firepit crackled merrily at the centre of the festivities, and lanterns bright and quirky glowed upon stakes driven into the ground. It seemed too organised, too purposeful for it to be random, and given that he and the other Outlanders (as he had heard them called once or twice) had only been here for all of five minutes, this seemed the work of the natives. Slowing his steps to a stroll, intent on taking everything in, Ronin began to make his way towards the firepit to see if he could find out more. Before he got close, however, he was caught by a song. Bewitching in its melody, yet puzzling in its words, Ronin found his steps changing to direct him to the sound of the voice. There he found "That was beautiful," he said, his voice soft so as not to startle her (hopefully). "But what does it mean?" He didn't just mean the song, Ronin gesturing at the glow of all the lights around them. the Dionysian
Ambassador for the Hollowed Grounds / Artist ✓
Age: 41 | Height: 6' 2" | Race: Ascended | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds Level: 5 - Strg: 20 - Dext: 22 - Endr: 20 - Luck: 10 - Int: PITTORE - Mythical - Gremlin (Disappearance)
Played by: lancydulac
Change author: Posts: 1,399 | Total: 8,707 MP: 0
12-02-2018, 05:19 PM
Bastien
Bastien did not understand a lot of things in the Hollowed Grounds, but he had always had an intimate affection for parties. He didn't know the exact reason for the event happening, but a fire burning and decorations made meant he had found himself at a party - which meant it was a going to be a good night. He strolled around with a confident ease, regarding each lantern in turn. Without really trying he naturally evaluated them on their artistic merit. Some did better than others. Still, he smiled at everyone willing to meet his eyes, shabby lantern or no. He tried to note which people seemed as lost and confused as he was, which ones beared the obvious marks of being from somewhere else. He could see one woman stood by herself, almost hiding behind a lantern, and others about asking what this was all for. Wanting to know more of the woman stood by herself, Bastien went to Rexanna's side, casually gesturing to a lantern in front of them. "What do you think of this? To me, it has some authenticity but ah! What scruffy paint marks. Perhaps I have spent too long with more refined work." the Resurrected Sword
Warden of Halo / Guildmaster ✓
Age: 34 | Height: 6'4" | Race: Hybrid | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Halo Level: 14 - Strg: 74 - Dext: 74 - Endr: 75 - Luck: 80 - Int: 3 BELIAL - Mythical - Peryton (Blend) ZURIEL - Mythical - Unicorn (Healing)
Played by: Heather
Change author: Posts: 6,738 | Total: 10,889 MP: 6754
12-02-2018, 09:20 PM
Photo taken at Hero's Square in Budapest, Hungary Also brief mentions of
Healer
Age: 34 | Height: 6’ | Race: Accepted | Nationality: Natural | Citizenship: Level: 0 - Strg: 10 - Dext: 8 - Endr: 10 - Luck: 7 - Int:
Played by: Sage
Change author: Posts: 24 | Total: 698 MP: 345
12-03-2018, 03:28 AM
Weaver
Age: 27 | Height: 5'11" | Race: Attuned | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds Level: 0 - Strg: 10 - Dext: 12 - Endr: 13 - Luck: 0 - Int:
Played by: Laine
Change author: Posts: 15 | Total: 66 MP: 0
12-03-2018, 05:16 AM
Farmer / Butcher
Age: 45 | Height: 6' 0 | Race: Attuned | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Level: 4 - Strg: 24 - Dext: 10 - Endr: 20 - Luck: 3 - Int:
Played by: Andy
Change author: Posts: 456 | Total: 1,197 MP: 0
"You go on and keep your mouth shut. Drink this here..." Devrum muttered to Alistair who walked along side his friend as the bear man attempted to get him out and about.
"Can't focus on things in your life you ain't got no control over. Understand? You did what you had to do and ain't no one that could take it from you. Now drink up...go on out there and talk. Don't care to who, just keep your lips moving and drinking. Don't want to see you by my side the rest of the night...or on my life I will beat the ever loving hell out of you and give you reason to mourn." All of this quietly muttered, paw-like hand clasped around the back of his neck. "Of all the things she wanted to see..." So for her, he would attempt his hand at culture. The thought made him take a pull of the bottle he handed Alistair before handing it back to the young man, setting off on his own. He would occasionally glance at Vai and Remi and gave a faint smirk. She seemed happy with the boy...he wasn't half bad, by Devrum's standards that was high praise. The barrel-chested farmer/butcher approached one particular lantern and examined it in his best 'oooh interesting' face he could muster.
Collector
Age: 91 | Height: 6' 1 | Race: Ancient | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds Level: 1 - Strg: 15 - Dext: 15 - Endr: 20 - Luck: 7 - Int:
Played by: Andy
Change author: Posts: 361 | Total: 1,197 MP: 0
"Organic." Archebold responded to
His silent steps had made it appear as if the ascended being just poofed out of thin air...a fact Archebold was notorious for. He would lift his ivory walking stick between them gently as he motioned along the designs. "No stroke is manufactured. Each an organic piece, flaws and all...guided by hand..this particular design, brushed by a left-handed stroke, as the curvatures support...slightly jagged edges hint at early stages of arthritis but not enough to detour the creation of this peace. Beauty in pain...rather poetic." He concluded as the tip of his stick traced along the painted lines. "So much more to appearances if you take the time to read the lines presented before you."
Vagrant / Priest
Age: 33 | Height: 5' 10" | Race: Attuned | Nationality: Natural | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds Level: 0 - Strg: 8 - Dext: 10 - Endr: 8 - Luck: 9 - Int:
Played by: Laine
Change author: Posts: 21 | Total: 66 MP: 0 J O R Y
Jorseval wasn’t too interested in the Festival of Lights for its own sake, it’s not like he had anyone he cared to remember anyway. If asked when he was in a sour mood he might have had a bit to say of time spent better honoring gods over long-gone people but he didn’t really mind it, and most gave Mort his due in asking him to look after the souls he’d taken. So Jory brought no lanterns, lit no lights, but at least this year he didn’t ignore the gathering altogether. Where people gathered in numbers opportunities for mischief abounded and tonight he was of a mind to take advantage of that and came anyway to see if he could make fun for himself. (Most likely in the form of trouble for someone else.) As the crow, he swoops over the heads of the gathered, and spotting a few less then celebratory faces amongst the crowd picks those out as targets for an (admittedly not very complex or clever) bit of tom foolery. One at a time he wings his way above the crowd and tries to drop little pea-sized pebbles at a few opportune times. He gives up his rain of tiny stones when he spots {Tries to drop pebbles on Remi | |||||||
« Next Oldest | Next Newest »
|
Users browsing this thread: 1 Guest(s)