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INTRO LOG + SKADI CURSE.

FEBRUARY INTRO LOG( FEB 16TH & 17TH )


february 16 ↴
INTRO: NEW WANDERERS' ARRIVAL!

Our batch of new Wanderers wake this morning, as all new Wanderers have before, on a plush bed with a mild but lingering sense of recent disorientation. Frigg greets them as per normal, though rather than outright escorting Wanderers to the front doors this time, she and Sigyn allow the Wanderers time and space to leave their bed, meet the pantheon, and even depart the palace at their own pace - but not without a warning. All Wanderers must choose a deity to tether to before dawn the next day, or else one of the gods will choose them. This is of grave importance, as that's precisely how long the magic giving them form is able to last untethered before the Mother's own magic overwhelms it.

(Though the gods are more than willing to allow Wanderers to leave, it's worth noting that many a castle servant - natives, born in this land - might see fit to intercede and insist on the choosing of a god before Wanderers step off the Gladsheim Palace grounds.)

Stepping outside, you're greeted by an almost bright and sunny day... Undermined thoroughly by a sharp, biting wind that permeates any small gap in your clothing. I bet the gods might give you a sweater, if you ask. It probably won't even look that absurd, depending on which one you ask. A trail of what seems like stringless balloons float at eye level from just outside the palace door, guiding Wanderers down the path to a notice board just outside the palace grounds. On this notice board, Wanderers find a brief handwritten guide to accessing the city map on their cuffs, specifically denoting the little colored house icons ( ) to help Wanderers make their way to each god's housing.

Also on this board appear to be a variety of job listings, for those who want to get more involved in Asgard as a whole. But let's not get ahead of ourselves, shall we? There's more than enough time for that once you've chosen a god to tether to in the first place.


february 17 ↴
GOD CURSE: CHARACTER-BUILDING WITH SKADI.

The storm brewing within Skadi is hardly a secret. She was impatient during the gods' supposedly unanimous address, and in the days to follow, Sigyn (with all her desperately good intentions) tried to balm the irritation but only abraded the goddess further still. She attended the Wanderers' arrival purely by the letter of her duty and swept back out the doors as soon as that duty released her, and since then she's been holed up in her temple, her pointy-faced statues positioned just outside as sentinels meant to intimidate mortals away.

They dared to tell her that she does nothing. Nothing for the Wanderers, that is. Nothing to help them grow and self-actualize, as if these 'Wanderers' are so much more important than Asgard itself, which weakens by the day as her fellow gods fling their magic about to overprotect the Wanderers, or even to satisfy their whims. The consensus to draw back some of that wasteful protection would have pleased her, if she weren't so thoroughly fixated on the slight that preceded it.

They want her to help the Wanderers self-actualize? So be it. There's no better way, truly, than to confront and overcome the ways in which you're flawed.

So the morning after arrival day, many Wanderers wake up with a stinging, itching spot somewhere on their body. Maybe their arm, maybe their back, maybe their throat. In that spot, as it turns out, is a set of words in a deep ruddy brown (almost like old blood) under their skin as if tattooed in place. But these aren't just any words - they prey directly into the Wanderer's fears, their regrets, their insecurities, and their mistakes. They're facing down some of the worst things they've ever thought or feared about themselves.

The other gods, of course, are eager and willing to try to relieve the poor Wanderers of these cursed marks... but they find that it's not quite so easy. Wanderers who seek a god's removal of the words find that not only do the words remain, but a new set appears: Flees the truth.

But that's fine = For most Wanderers, these words disappear on their own in a day or two. A handful of unlucky souls find that their marks linger indefinitely, or seem to disappear but return at truly inopportune occasions down the line.




MOD NOTES

This is the February intro log and Skadi's curse, our mini-event for this month!

Skadi's curse is is entirely opt-in - not all Wanderers are affected - and is detailed more fully in the 'This Month's Events' section of the February Bulletin, and you're welcome to direct any follow-up questions to the Bulletin's mod questions top-level.

You've also likely noticed that god jobs are now live! The listings themselves can be found here (same link as within the 'arrival' prompt), with a brief FAQ featured over here.

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[personal profile] prodigalmess 2020-02-20 02:19 am (UTC)(link)
Malcolm carefully puts the sword back so that he can shake the other man's hand. "Malcolm Bright," he says. "Nice to meet you. Those names sound vaguely familiar."

He can't quite place them though. Being a reader of Tolkien though, it might come to him eventually.

"Have you been in this place a long time?"
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[personal profile] hikikomori_king 2020-02-20 03:12 am (UTC)(link)

He's getting better at handshakes, though he still is a bit awkward at it.

"Some time now." He nods. "Perhaps some eight or nine months? I fear I have not been keeping track. As to that, I wonder if you are perhaps from some distant future in my world then, if the names sound familiar... Of course, it could simply be a coincidence."

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[personal profile] prodigalmess 2020-02-22 01:07 am (UTC)(link)
Malcolm shrugs. "Have you heard of Earth?"

It's a weird question, one that he never thought he would be asking as regularly as he has in the past two days. Fortunately, most people seem to have heard of it before, but every now and then he gets someone who has no clue.
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[personal profile] hikikomori_king 2020-02-23 01:28 am (UTC)(link)
"Only in context that some here are from Earth." He shakes his head. "So just a coincidence, then! We call our world Arda."
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[personal profile] prodigalmess 2020-02-25 01:50 am (UTC)(link)
Arda. That's it then. Tolkien. This person is from Middle Earth? Malcolm feels his excitement start to tick up a bit.

But he can't just mention Middle Earth. How would he explain how he knew what it was? He'd have to mention the books and that would probably be kind of weird.

"I take it you haven't heard of the United States then?" he asks.
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[personal profile] hikikomori_king 2020-02-25 07:29 am (UTC)(link)
At this point, Turgon is so used to the crazy that he would probably only sigh deeply.

"I fear not." He shakes his head apologetically. "Although you might try young Peter Quill, I believe he mentioned Earth ...I don't recall a United States in his tales, however."
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[personal profile] prodigalmess 2020-02-27 01:39 am (UTC)(link)
"We must be from different worlds after all, then," Malcolm says. Middle Earth is definitely nothing like his Earth.

He turns the sword over in his hand. "I'm guessing that you have some skill with swords." Otherwise he probably wouldn't be here, though maybe there were other weapons here to train with as well, like crossbows.
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[personal profile] hikikomori_king 2020-02-27 05:22 am (UTC)(link)

"Oh well..." He sighs and smiles. "It was a ... long shot, as I think folk like to say. My world is not overly popular, it seems."

He brightens, nodding. "Aye. I favor the long sword myself, although my elder brother preferred the bow, as did my younger sister." He offers the blade to Malcolm to see - and if he knows his movie swords, perhaps he'll even recognise it. For Turgon carries Glamdring, that was the King of Gondolin's blade long before it ended up in a Troll-horde and was rescued by Gandalf.

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[personal profile] prodigalmess 2020-03-01 02:18 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah, Malcolm's definitely not going to mention just how popular his world is.

After carefully putting the other sword back, Malcolm graciously takes Turgon's sword in his hands to study it. "So... did you find this here or did you bring it with you?"

Malcolm thinks he had a gun when Watkins knocked him out, though he probably dropped it in the process. He wonders if it would have ended up here with him if he had been holding on to it.
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[personal profile] hikikomori_king 2020-03-02 08:03 am (UTC)(link)
"It dropped from the sky, actually." He says ruefully. "Nearly skewered me. In the early days of our arrival this world was... in a great deal of flux. We had a fair few things falling from the sky, from the small to the large. I am grateful that I was able to reclaim this!"
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[personal profile] prodigalmess 2020-03-05 02:59 am (UTC)(link)
"Really?" Malcolm asks, instinctively glancing up at the sky, even though nothing is raining down on them right now. There are a bunch of things from home he'd appreciate, any of his weapons included.

He examines the sword in his hands, looking at the runes carved into the hilt. He doesn't place it right away, but sword is definitely Elven and pretty damn cool. Asgard is a trip sometimes.

"It's beautiful," Malcolm tells him. "You must be glad to have it here with you."
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[personal profile] hikikomori_king 2020-03-05 07:16 am (UTC)(link)

"Fortunately it was only for a day or two! We did get all sorts of random things ... I do believe young Peter Quill got what he informs me is his starship, which we are all very fortunate did not land on anyone."

He smiles wryly. "Yes and no - it is good to have a weapon that I know for certain fits me, but I would be just as happy to be a situation which required no weapon at all!"

Edited 2020-03-05 12:43 (UTC)
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[personal profile] prodigalmess 2020-03-08 01:32 am (UTC)(link)
Malcolm's eyebrows went up. "Yeah, I'd imagine so." A spaceship was probably huge. Nobody wanted to be under that when it landed.

He carefully hands the sword back to Turgon. "I agree. So you'd say that you've had cause to use your sword here since you received it?" That's not a great sign, but Malcolm supposes it's to be expected. No world is perfect. His back home certainly isn't.
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[personal profile] hikikomori_king 2020-03-08 03:09 pm (UTC)(link)
"Fortunately only briefly... but others have gone out further and found more dangerous things. I have mostly been staying behind to work on defences."
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[personal profile] prodigalmess 2020-03-10 01:13 am (UTC)(link)
Malcolm nodded. "What kinds of things are out there?" He needed to know what to be prepared for, should those things come into the city or should he go out to them. It was likely that he'd take up any call to help protect Asgard or help any people that might live outside of it.
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I am really really sorry but I am going to be dropping sob covid19=more work=no time

[personal profile] hikikomori_king 2020-03-10 12:26 pm (UTC)(link)
"Well, there was the dragon, at first." He says thoughtfully. "And most recently demons and monsters out of another's world. Hell beasts, I heard them say."