The last Days of Trysvale? [Open to all]

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20th Aperitus Era XIV


For mid - summer the weather was atrocious the previous cycle had seen lashing rain raging winds and a temperature drop of ten degree. The fishing fleet were forced into harbour, farmers watched and prayed that their precious crops would be saved .Those who could stayed at home and waited patiently for the storm to pass over but for ten brightenings the clouds built into monstrous stacks of angry black mountains of rain and wind .The citizens were living in a world of rain lashed gloom.

The two giants Titus and Athos Chasmbreaker were the first to notice. They were unaffected by the gales and rain and their great size made them very useful in erecting boards over high windows as a guard against the unusual weather. Something made Titus turn his head towards the sea and far out in the ocean a strange golden glow seemed to be floating on the top of the sea .They watched this phenomenon with open mouths curious and not a little afraid.

brother said Titus doest thou think that this phenomena is somewhat unusual?….Aye brother I do agree with thou , never before have mine eyes seen such a sight , do thou think that it may be good practise to inform someone in authority?

The brothers debated this point in long slow sentences their eyes never wavering from the ocean and the strange glow. By the brothers reckoning it was nigh on a mile from the dockside and even for giants eyesight it was clear that the glow was growing by the quarter candlemark. The wind was increasing in velocity and rain was sweeping in nigh on horizontally but despite the thickening clouds the orange glow was still clear as if it was the centre of the eye of the hurricane.


Perhaps other people saw the birth, maybe some hardy fool who ventured out on an errand too important to delay risking life and limb in the howling gale, but it was the giants who bore first witness.

A decision was made and Athos set off towards the Lady Thanes residence leaving his brother to a lonely cold wet vigil on the dockside. The reception at the Thanal manor was cool a servant informed the giant that the thane was not in the habit of receiving visitors without prior written application. Athos in his slow rumbling way insisted and standing towering over the unfortunate servant he explained patiently about the glowing orange phenomena a mile off the coast and that in their opinion it was growing.

Wheels turn and information was assimilated, decisions taken and notes written , messengers braved the appalling weather and all the important people of Trysvale were informed in clipped no nonsense notes that they should assemble without delay on the dockside of the harbour

The lady thane was there sitting behind the darkened windows of her jet black carriage she could see that the giants had not lied or exaggerated, there was a widening orange glow in the ocean a mile off shore. What it meant even the Lady Glory was at a loss to explain this was beyond anything she had seen in her long and seriously nasty life.


OOC ~ Please note in Trysvale the rumour mill works at a fantastic rate anyone who joins this thread will know about the orange glow, remember its ghastly weather so wrap up warm. Any posts in Trysvale T/S between 10th and 20th Aperitus should reflect the weather where appropriate.

[Ality Vera]

Luckily the elf had returned from a near end of life experience to become a shoppe owner of a clothing shoppe (well a sexy lingerie slash clothing shoppe) to be able to bundle up warmly for the weather-- she had stayed in the Nymph's Haven for the past ten brightenings wishing for the suns to dry up the rains and storms. And people said storms were romantic. Romantic her lovely arse-- made her sneeze and shiver, made her feel like a slug in mud, made her feel like the dirt under a dwarf's fat feet.

Upon venturing out finally after ten brightenings of eating nothing but Jewelle's porridge and yucky rations, the elf missed a good bubbly ale and a warm meal at the High Tides-- to Aeternia with the rains and risking a nice flight through Trysvale on gales, the elf made her way down the streets-- only to find some peeps running toward the harbor dockside.

"Yo what's happening?" she asked running strangers.

"Leave me be crazy elf!" replied nobody, but apparently an important Trysvalian.

Ality narrowed her eyes. "No!" And she stalked the nobody all the way to the dockside... Raindrops smacking her face, the winds whipping her lips--all this didn't matter when her eyes fixed on the glowing orange thing in the ocean a distance away.

"What in Meephos' underpants is that...?" Perhaps her eyes were deceiving her but the glow appeared to be growing, and to the elf, it seemed like it was swallowing the ocean as it approached hicksville...

[Straylor Leonard]

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The weather outside was ... frightful. Not delightful at all. It scared the animals, caused a few of Straylor's hens to die, and looked a lot like a hurricane even from Northern Trysvale. Overall, Stray was worried sick about the crops too. Too much of one thing was bad enough ... but now, even the winds seem to be conspiring against the Trysvallians.

Muttering underneath his breath, Straylor ventured towards the docks at the heeding of his farmhands. The lot were worried sick about some kind of phenomenon rising from the ocean. The towns people were known quite well for their uncanny ability to rig up a story while adding several more details in there just for effect. One such 'report' suggested that a hoard of dragons were making their way towards the Carmelyn, breathing fire as they went -- setting the ocean on fire too! At least, that's what Ralf said.

Shaking off the rain and cold, Straylor pulled on his long jacket in hopes of keeping the wind out as much as possible. He wore his usual military boots for the occasion, but definately tucked in his trousers for added protection. Bringing along his shortsword was an added advantage, along with some other items that he deemed necessary -- such as the herbs he purchased in Natura and his buckler. Armour was out of the question, but the hard leather did help keep the rain out so he wore that benath his jacket. Chainmail would just weigh him down and make him colder.

Turning towards no one in particular, Straylor asked what the orange glow was.

"I don't know!! Leave me alone!!", the person cried back.

Shaking his head for the second time that brightening, Straylor decided to fold his hands over his eyes in hopes of getting a better look. And while he did so, he made a mental note to use his Wand when the opportune moment came to check out the odd weather report under the influence of Clara.

[Dalziel Sangial]

The wind swept around Dalziel even with his back to a building, the structure blocked some--but not nearly all--of the gale-force winds. His slicker, slowly turned from dirty brown to a corroded black, whipped around his body and tangled together in between in legs. Still, he could not discard it--it was much too cold for that.

Out on the street he saw people pressing against the wind, headed in a singular direction. With his house yet to be claimed, he had no place to go except to follow them and hope to find some kind of shelter. His luck was apparently running low because he still knew very little of this town--knew no Inns or places of shelter--so had no choice but to follow and hope for the best.

Dalziel drew in a deep breath and pulled the slicker around tighter to his body before he stepped out of the relative comfort of the building and into the stronger winds. As expected, the slicker blew out behind him like a highwayman's cloak when running at full gate. With head bowed, he walked into the wind and followed after those that he saw in front of him.

A few tried to approach other people and were rebuked on the spot. Not very friendly people, apparently. With this in mind he just kept his head down and continued to walk down the road, looking up on occasion to make sure he was still in sight of the others that milled about in front of him. As he approached the group that had come to a standstill near a dock, he stopped short behind them, as well, turning his head to peer in the direction that all heads were turned.

His eyes narrowed and then grew steadily wider, his expression reflecting those of everyone's around him.

"What in the Aeternium is that?"

[Klue Malinconico]

There was nothing worse than being cooped up in close quarters for a cycle running due to inclement weather, unless it was being cooped up under the same circumstances with only an uncommonly inquisitive and talkative toddler for company. If he’d heard ’Why?” one more time Klue had thought he’d go mad. Even the criminal element that might’ve had him out and about investigating this, that or the other thing had seemed less inclined to mischief, given the wisdom even crooks recognized when wind and rain was going crosswise to the norm.

He’d built two whirligigs in the interim to keep his mind occupied, and there were the burnt remains of an experiment gone wrong in a large pot on the back of the stove. He was actually relieved when he opened his door to the old woman next door, who was as drenched as good as a drowned rat, wringing her hands and going on about the world coming to an absolute end, and as Rogator shouldn’t he be out there inquiring about it?

Yes indeed, duty called he concluded and in fact had ushered the old woman inside, pushed a cup of tea into her hands and prevailed upon her to keep an eye on Kat till he returned. They were a perfect match, the woman was nearly deaf as a doorknob and Kat could chatter to her heart’s content. The messenger sent to fetch the city’s officials on behalf of the thane had arrived just as he was leaving the cottage. He arrived on the scene after sloshing through the Sticks and onwards, dressed in brown leathers tucked into his boots, a woolen shirt and a long sword strapped low on his hip, a beaver felt flat crowned bowler pushed down over his forehead and an oilskin coat buttoned up tight to keep the rain and chilled wind at bay.

While he passed a handful of citizens running the other way, they apparently having taken the same dim view as his neighbor, the larger flow of the curious both official and commoner alike was a good enough indication of where the excitement was happening. ”Well I’ll be damned,” Klue concluded by way of his first official assessment when catching sight of the glow offshore, and before setting off in search of those other officials already present and accounted for.

[Seth Lavryl]

Seth slinked out of the edge of the thicket, gray cloak quite nearly drenched and now absent of the protection the high leafy boughs had given westward of the gusts and gales of wind. Seth squinted as the rolling zephyr hit him smack on the face, the sudden rush of air and sheet of rain scrunching up his face as he reached back and throw over his cloak’s hood to hide the grizzled wet mane of hair now completely sopping. Dark blue eyes stared up menacingly at the skies as he adjusted the weight of the small badger that hung limply over his shoulder, the pesky beast having swiped through McMirray’s wife’s vegetable garden. You just don’t mess with an elderly woman’s vegetables, and ole hapless Mack had been in for it a good candlemark or two before he caught Seth walking by and sent him off to eliminate the problem, hellacious rains or no.

It had been some pretty time-consuming wet work, and Seth had lost two arrows in the process. One’s tip broken into the thick trunk of some misplaced cedar, and the other lost in the thistles and brambles that grew more prolific the further in he went. How he’d managed to catch sight of the badger the third time he’d no earthly idea.

Mumbling about the likes of old couples and failed marriages, Seth was just turning down pass the Clack when he caught sight of the buzz of activity rushing towards the docks. Not just rushing. Full out sprinting to and from, there and away, the cumbersome antics of the crowd both confusing and frightening all at the same time. They seemed to be running from… something. Shouldering his badger, Seth wiped his brow from the rain that whipped about his rugged facial features and brushed past a few denizens of the town, intent to see for himself just what the matter was.

He arrived shortly after the Rogator, though some distance away, and spying Klue first before the odd orange glow that stood sentinel some miles away from the coastline, he offered a quick nod of appraisal. Sloping horizontally, his eyes swept the horizon in one fluid manner, taking in the dismal and foreboding sight of churning clouds and the unsettling eerie effulgence with a hard swallow. “Well strap me up and -” the wind drowned out the rest of his comment, though it was obvious the human’s attention stood riveted upon the iridescent glow.

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The dockside was full of wet folk all gawping out to sea at the appearance of a an orange growing glow on the surface of the wild storm tossed ocean . Only the orange glow seemed to sit in a pool of calm as if the waves were avoiding the growing phenomenon.

Any one who was anyone was assembled Marcus Ecaus the Aedile was wrapped up in a long leather cloak off which rain ran in rivulets around his booted feet as he watched in miserable silence. it looked like trouble and if he knew anything trouble usually landed on the Aediles doorstep

There was a movement on the black coach and the driver stood up and bellowed over the wind and rain The lady thanes requires the immediate attention of all city officials to attend her coach

A single arm dressed in a blue silk gloves gestured impatiently towards the crowd from the window of the coach.

Assuming that all relevant officials do obey this call the Lady Glory Trysvale leaning back inside the dry coach allowed the window to slip open and spoke in modulated clipped tones.

Very well, I shall ask for opinions later, Mr Aedile what plans are in place to evacuate the town should it be necessary? the gloved hand tapped on the window impatiently as Marcus gathered his soggy thoughts.

Madam Thane, your ladyship, with the cooperation of the chief constable and his men we estimate that a full evacuation can be accomplished in 15 candlemarks. I would not recommend the caves this time being too close to the ocean. We have sufficient food to feed the towns population for a cycle and there is plenty of water in the streams. A camp can be set up in the old Lescartes place as it is the furthest north and far away from the ocean high on the cliffs.

The finger stopped tapping and she replied to the Aedile .

I am of the opinion that this manifestation may represent a threat to the security of my town and my citizens, therefore I give the order to evacuate the town. However before you put my instructions into play.You will introduce my officials to me, recognition of useful people may be vital in the next few candlemarks.

Marcus caught the eye of Straylor and Klue to begin with and beckoned them over

Your ladyship , may I present your Chief Constable Straylor Leonard and the Rogator Klue Malinconico.

…. Gentlemen Glory said without preamble you represent the forces of law and order in Trysvale.,Your task will be hard but I am sure that you will complete your duty within the time limit outlined by our Aedile. If you require further manpower recruit deputy constables for the duration of this emergency any refusal will mean an immediate prison sentence. Now do either of you have any opinions as to what that occurrence is out there? the blue silk gloved arm pointed out to sea.

OOC ~ for everyone else , you will be able to hear these conversations and be able to chat with your neighbours. This is just a scene setter !

[Straylor Leonard]

OoC: it's actually raining in Southern California! Right now!

"Mi'lady", Straylor greeted the Lady Protector at once. The woman was a hard-ass, just like everyone said. She wasn't particularly liked either, judging from the way her followers seemed to flicker and flee about her presence. But still, Stray was not one to disgrace himself with dishonor. Nodding while attempting to shield himself from the rain, he listened as Lady Glory said a series of mouthfulls from her dry carriage seat.

"I have not been able to discern its properties using Arcana, mi'lady", Straylor offered after she asked his opinions regarding the orange glow, "but our best bet is evacuating before we find out. Even if that ... phenomenon is friendly, it is obvious that this storm is not. Your orders to evacuate North will be followed accordingly", Stray saulted then bowed, "is there anything else that I can do, madam?"

[Darkthael Morgreed]

OOC: Hope I can still jump into this thread, sorry for being so late.

IC:

The rumor mill was fast in Tyrsvale indeed, you would have to be living under a rock in order not to learn about an event as strange and mysterious as this one in the first few candlemarks after its discovery. Of course, should you lack a rock, a cell at the now semi-deserted draconic academy of the Wings of Zalteria would probably be your second best option.

Most dracons in there where almost completely uninterested about what went on out in the outside world, and only diantars cared about the weather, as it represented an impediment for their flight lessons and practice. The few dracons that where important enough to be concerned about the rare phenomenon could hardly be bothered to talk of such things with lowly students. Thus was the way of the scalekin.

It was because of all this, that Darkthael didn't knew about the strange lights or the congregation of people at the docks until about nine to ten candlemarks latter than most of the town. And even that was only because he had ventured outside in the human disguise of Danael Morence in search for a better meal than the one normally served at the academy.

He was dressed in his only robes, the black pair of pants and shirt that had already started to wear old and now where being even further damaged by the storm. The terrible winds and cold rain affected the shapeshifted dracon to a far lesser degree than they would have done to a natural softskin. Yet, this time the gale was so strong and the rain so intense that even in his true form, Darkthael would have felt it and shiver, much more so now, without scales to protect him.

It was the second time he was poorly prepared for weather, and this time he made note to buy a more diverse wardrobe soon, it was inevitable, for real use and also for keeping appearances. A human in this tempest, in merely passably warm clothes, would have a very difficult time, and that made acting one all the more difficult.

Searching cover behind building walls and big trees, Darkthael arrived at the same place everyone else had reached long before, more curious in nature that most of his scalebrothers. Danael, which was the currently externalized persona of the strange duo, was even more impressed by the sight of the golden lightworks and also by all the elegant people surrounding the mysterious carriage. He discretely and carefully brought himself as near to it as was possible and reasonable for a commoner.

"Evacuation?" - He thought. This seemed serious. But he wondered if it truly concerned him, given that he lived in a ancient heavy stone castle that he very much doubt even a hurricane could scratch.

The he recognized Straylor when he spoke, and the dark inner-dracon wondered whether his seeming's attitude towards him some cycles ago was not an imprudence "Chief Constable? arcana user in addition to swordsman?" Perhaps it should have been wiser to seek his friendship back then, but now it was not the right time to worry about that. Both minds postponed any possible argument between themselves for a later candlemark, for the moment they listened carefully for any more insights into this strange situation.

[Klue Malinconico]

Tearing his eyes away from the mystery on the water’s surface, Klue scanned the growing crowd while pushing his curls aside to redirect the flow of water down the bridge of his nose. There was Ality making the most of her people skills, he noted with somewhat of a wry grin and looked a bit more and, ah, Seth as well amongst the crowd. He returned the nod just before Marcus hailed him forward, but then looked again, something on his friend’s shoulder having caught his eye. He squinted against the downpour. Was that a badger he was wearing?

Of course it was the lesser of two curiosities at the moment and he was being hailed and so he nudged his way through the press of bodies to get closer to the carriage along with Straylor. He gave a nod to the Constable while again pushing the mop of hair back off his forehead and studied the gloved arm sticking out of the carriage window. ”Ma’am,” he said politely and then pondered the task handed them. It wouldn’t be easy, it would take time to evacuate the town neighborhood by neighborhood in a calm and orderly fashion. They’d likely need some help getting it done in a manageable amount of time. ”Yes ma’am,” he agreed but the question of theories left him pondering the question at length.

He had no idea. If it were him alone, he'd be powerfully tempted to satisfy an insatiable curiosity by trying to get a closer at the thing. But the duty to defend and protect said different, and so did the hand sticking out of the carriage window. ”I can’t rightly say ma’am, except t’ agree with Constable Leonard about th’ wisdom of not waitin’ around t’ find out.”

[Ality Vera]

ooC: i vote yes on evacuation. then trysvale shall become a true utopia when only the females are allowed to return :P

Lovely... now they had to evacuate, their futures placed in the hands of Two Swords et al. The brown-eyed beady eyed fella was a constable? A chief constable-- lucky thing he didn't have her arrested for imposing a land tax on him. Whatever. Ality looked around. Trysvale was one small place. Gathered 'round the area were all favorite peeps. There was Klue her ex pretend husband-stingy fella--, the blue eyed bum who had implied she was a whore, the weird robed emo guy, and the kemite who had tried to con her. To Aeternia wit'em, Ality's life was all that mattered, thought the terrified little woman.

The redheaded elf was not just gonna sit back and put her future into the hands of a man who rode a jackass. Ality shoved her way toward the black carriage.

She waved her arms, hoping to gain the Thane's notice. "Lady Thane! Please let me help with the evacuation! Deputy of the Legion of Justice, Ality Vera at your service." With that came an awkward bow. Just to secure her bum, in this kind of situation, one could easily be crushed by crazy, panicking folks.

[Seth Lavryl]

Seth lowered down the badger and stared at the eerie glowing orange phenomenon, ignoring the sound of the limp badger’s pelt hitting the pavement and sliding over the bare cobblestones in the torrential downpour of rain. Dark cerulean blue eyes peered uncannily over the storm-tossed ocean, glazing over the zephyrs of waves that rolled maddeningly atop the blue liquidly surface. Something was not right here. Something was not right here at all.

His gaze briefly met Ality’s, before following her progress towards the black carriage. Quietly, he tsked beneath his breath. From what he’d heard – and Seth had heard from only a few select people on such matters – Lady Glory’s return was something smacking of irony. The very reason why Tirisfal had been invaded was on account of her poisoning the Provincial Justicar. Her absence throughout the past three eras was something of an admittance to her rambunctious antics, the notion that she’d hung low and waited for the event to breeze over something akin to a guilty confession. It lacked the frantic plea of innocence, needless to say. Not to mention the accompany of her sisters in the matter.

It made a man do more than just pause and scratch his head.

He shook his head, unwilling to volunteer himself to be caught up in such scandals. Politics was as metaphorically connected to this storm as the eerie glowing ball of light to its politicians. Unaccounted and unpredictable.

Seth hung back, hands in his pockets, watching the ocean’s waves, waiting for a chance to speak to Klue and get some news on just what in Aerternia was going on here.

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Lady Glory’s eyes sunk back into slits of dark fire as Straylor mentioned the “A” word. No magic chief constable I will not tolerate magic in Trysvale. Filthy stuff whatever is out there is a natural event and you or any other dabbler will not test its patience with magic ….do I make myself clear?

He blue gloved hand clenched into a fist to emphasise her point before relaxing and laying itself laconically on the window sill of her coach.

“Yes chief constable make your preparations time is of the essence

The hand waved as Klue spoke

Thank you Rogator your analysis is succinct, practical and has merit please assist the chief constable as you deem fit. Gentlemen your duty is clear you are dismissed.

Ality’s voice pierced the conversation and Glory ignoring the shop keeper added an aside to Straylor …oh by the way a strange looking elfish person appears to want to volunteer please speak with it we would not want to suffer from a headache by listening to that screeching a moment longer. Her hard eyes pieced through the gloom and two differing men caught her eye.

Constable those two ….. she pointed at Darkthael and Seth with a blue pointed finger sign them up if you please they look like deputies to me. Driver take us back to the Thanal manor immediately

Her sodden driver whipped up the horses and Lady Glory and her invisible sisters disappeared into the gloom and murk of an untypical Trysvale brightening leaving the good folk of Trysvale to put her orders into action.

OOC ~Ok we can come back to this thread a little later but for now it’s the evacuation thread that should command your attention.

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