etrayalogs | DECEMBER MINGLE

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DECEMBER MINGLE

WHO: Everyone!
WHEN: December 21st - Early January
WHERE: Etraya
WHAT: Newcomers, a surprise gift from Tatianna, and a visitor!
NOTES\WARNINGS:

⏵ arrival ⏴
Welcome to Etraya!

Arrival goes as expected - characters awaken on hospital beds and are offered an explanation of their situation: that they have arrived in the city of Etraya, and they are their world's only hope. They are welcome to wander the hospital if they would like to - the upper floors are mostly empty, full of pristine hallways and numerous rooms filled with supplies, cots, and things one would expect from a relatively average 21st-century hospital.

The lobby is filled to the brim with tables of freshly baked goods. "HAPPY BIRTHDAY" banners are taped to the walls, and several other typical birthday decorations can be found in this area. A few of the baked goods tables are lined with massive cakes covered in unlit candles, just waiting for someone to grab a lighter and sing off-key. Is it anyone's birthday? Who knows! The companion bots seem to believe it's every new arrival's birthday and will greet them as such - with friendly waves and cheers as they make their way to the lobby.

A coat rack is situated by the doors leading out of the hospital, covered in warm clothing that fits the new arrivals just right - whether it's to their preferred style or not is something else entirely. Some of them appear normal enough. Others? Well. They can't all be perfect, now can they?

Outside the windows, the grass is covered in a couple of inches of loosely packed snow.

We hope you enjoy your stay.

⏵ an unexpected gift ⏴

Out by the hospital stands a tall, decorated tree covered in candles and golden pinecones with a handsome, red velveteen tree skirt. In front of it are a few oversized wrapped gifts for show- and atop one of those sits a familiar woman. Or unfamiliar, if this is your first time.

It's Tatianna in a slutty Santa outfit with a big ol’ burlap sack.

“Hey, I got something for you,” she says, digging into the bag and rummaging for a moment.

She produces a painted egg and holds it aloft.

“It’s your Winter Solstice Egg! This is the egg holiday, right? Wait, shit. I’m mixing them up, aren’t I? ...Well. It’s a little late to change it. Here you go!”

How one treats their egg is fully up to themselves. They can choose to ignore it entirely, or destroy it and leave the yolk and innards to rot on the ground. They can hand it over to someone else or care for it as if it were something precious. No one will prevent them from doing whatever they please with it!

⏵ naughty or nice ⏴However, how they treat the egg will define how the egg treats them in return.

Those who keep the egg and tend to it will get the benefit of being able to watch it hatch seven days after they are handed the egg. Eggs that are treated with attention and love may yield a loyal companion, or a weapon of choice that always returns to its owner, while neglected eggs may yield a curious, cursed trinket or an animal who treats its new owner very much the same way its owner had treated it before it was born.

Please submit an egg request below for what items you would like your character's eggs to hatch into! Please note that these cannot be things that would be applicable in the game.

Those whose eggs are destroyed or forgotten will simply get the gift of... nothing!

⏵ free your spirit ⏴

With the winter chill gripping the air, a mysterious figure makes their presence known in Etraya - a towering, horned creature dragging a massive sack behind them.

𝓐 𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖘𝖊 𝖇𝖚𝖎𝖑𝖙 𝖔𝖓 𝖑𝖎𝖊𝖘 𝖍𝖆𝖘 𝖆 𝖜𝖊𝖆𝓴 𝖋𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖉𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓.

Regardless of a character's strengths or weaknesses, they will find that when Krampus raises his massive sack over their head, they are powerless to stop him from catching them. Those capable of great magical feats or other supernatural abilities will sense something... otherworldly about Krampus, but will not be able to place the source of that sensation.

Once within Krampus' sack, they are welcome to fight, but escape is impossible. It will feel as if Krampus is dragging them over every rock possible, dragging the sack in through the rivers to the point it soaks through and drenches them - potentially almost drowning them.

When the sack opens, they will find themselves in an impossibly dark space. Around them are others who have also been captured and dragged here by Krampus, trapped in small cages hanging from a massive, wiry tree.

Krampus will return often, banging clawed hands and birch rods on the walls of the cages and knocking them into one another.
𝕮𝖔𝖓𝖋𝖊𝖘𝖘𝖘𝖘𝖘𝖘𝖘.
The whisper resonates through the darkened area, regardless of Krampus' presence. Confess your secrets, and be freed. Otherwise? You'd better hope someone figures out where Krampus has set up base; those who refuse to confess may find themselves stuck here forever.

⏵ NOTES ⏴

Krampus' base is under Etraya! Deep within the catacombs, he has set up multiple cages to capture those who inhabit Etraya to punish them for their naughty habits. Fighting him is possible! Defeating him by means of combat is not, however, possible. Think of it like fighting a god: Krampus creates the rules in the space around him, including who can use what ability.

For all questions relating to this log, please refer to the mod queries comment. All other questions can be directed to the FAQ.

⏵FULL NAVIGATION⏴

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

i. an unexpected gift

[Caitlyn is not familiar with any 'egg holidays' or, really, what to do with an egg at all. Nothing in her life, none of her education or experiences, have in any way whatsoever prepared her to take care of an egg. But if there's a helpless little creature in there waiting to be born, of course she'll have to figure it out. She can hardly let the thing die.

The first thing she does upon receiving the egg is slip off the overcoat she's wearing and wrap it around the egg, because it's quite cold and she's fairly certain that eggs need to be kept warm.

The second thing she does is to huff in frustration because--]

I'm not a bird!

ii. free your spirit

[A hearty shake and rattle of the cage door does nothing. Failing that, an examination of the hinges offers precious little hope of breaking them. Still, she pulls off her belt and tries to jam the buckle into one of the hinges to dislodge the pin. After several minutes of trying, she's scuffed both the buckle and the hinge and scraped a couple of her fingers, and the pin hasn't budged.

Caitlyn is tired, she's sore and damp from being dragged over rocks and through water, the uniform she insists on wearing at all times is muddy and a little more tattered than before, and for a moment, all she can do is rest her forehead against one of the cage bars and miserably wonder if she'll ever go home to Piltover.

That's when she hears the whisper.]

Confess? I haven't got anything to confess.

[What secrets has she got? Other than, perhaps, her surname, which she's been doing her utmost to avoid telling anybody, but that isn't really a secret, per se.]

iii. wildcard!

[ooc: feel free to wildcard me, I'm at

sprucemoose for plotting!]

[ Wow, there's a voice Sevika didn't want to hear a few cages over. Of all the people... ]

What? Piltover's little princess has a squeaky-clean record? Come on. You can't be that dull.

[ The words drip with sarcasm and contempt. Even after everything, it was hard to swallow the presence of an Enforcer. Besides, she had no way of knowing where on the timeline this Kiramman was. Too dark to see, too dark to be sure.

Sevika had considered remaining silent in the dark, unwilling to reveal her presence, but where would that get her? They were both trapped. They would continue being trapped if no one did anything about it. As much as she hated it, saying nothing was more or less as stupid as remaining silent. ]

[It takes Caitlyn a moment to place that gruff voice, but once she does, her whole body tenses.

As far as Caitlyn is aware, she and Sevika have encountered each other exactly once. It was at a distance, the light was dim, and she might have hoped that would be enough to prevent Sevika recognising her. But that hope is clearly in vain: not only does Sevika recognise her, she knows enough to refer to her as 'Piltover's little princess.'

Not a description she appreciates.]

I certainly have fewer skeletons in my closets than one of Silco's goons, [she snits.]

[ Surprise. Sevika knows more than anyone would like her to. She isn't inclined to go into detail as to how either. Regardless, even with the space between their cages, it was hard to mistake that voice for anyone else. ]

Suppose that much is true.

[ If nothing else, that earns a huff of amusement. ]

But give it time. Enforcers excel at racking up just as many the longer they're in the game.

Edited 2024-12-30 21:29 (UTC)

[Between learning that enforcers killed Vi's parents, Ekko's insistence that enforcers hunt the Firelights 'like animals,' Marcus' betrayal, Vander's comments on enforcers killing children, and now this...

Caitlyn scowls.]

Unless you feel like airing out one of yours, we'll both become skeletons, sitting around in these cages.

[Not that Sevika confessing one of her secrets will help Caitlyn in any way.]

Yeah, yeah, like I hadn't already realized that...

[ Staying trapped here was about as appealing as sharing anything with Caitlyn; the latter at least meant they don't hang out here until they die of thirst. That would happen long before anything else.

She'll go down the list of possibilities in her head, idly tapping a heel against her own cage in a quiet, repetitive motion as she does. ]

Can't say I'm particularly thrilled about telling you anything, you know that, right? But if you have any crimes you want a confession to, shoot. Maybe I did do one of them. You never know.

How magnanimous.

[Caitlyn must admit, she hadn't expected an open invitation to ask about any crime she might want a confession to. And she does have a list: unsolved murders, robberies under mysterious circumstances, coordinated assassinations, missing persons, piles of cold cases and 'closed' cases that she'd spent hours and hours pouring over to untangle Silco's massive web of crime. But there's one cold case that always sat at the top of the pile, the first file she 'borrowed' once she'd earned her badge, the case that's haunted her for years. One she's suspected is connected, but she's never figured out how.

And, given this opportunity, she may as well ask about it.]

Do you know how Sheriff Grayson died?

Grayson? Huh.

[ Sevika sounds surprised by the choice. That may as well be ancient history by now. ]

Haven't heard that name in a while. You can't have been more than a kid when that one happened, right?

Old enough to remember it. [Caitlyn refrains from giving an exact age. If Sevika knows that, she could work out how old Caitlyn is now, and Caitlyn would prefer to leave open the possibility of the other woman mistaking her for older than she is.]

Are you going to answer my question?

I told you I'd confess if I were responsible, not that I would lay bare the whole undercity's dirty laundry.

[ So calm thy tits, copper. Grayson, though...

How much to say? That one isn't too difficult. ]

On that note? That little rat Marcus isn't one of us, so I don't mind shitting on him for the fun of it. I wasn't there myself, but I do know Grayson was in the Lanes to make an arrest. I also know Marcus sold her out.

Edited 2025-01-02 04:21 (UTC)

[She looks over sharply when Sevika mentions Marcus.]

Sold her out? To Silco?

[So he'd been in Silco's pocket before he even became Sheriff. And the horrible possibility rears its head that he sold Grayson out specifically to become Sheriff. Did he lead her to her death to get her out of the way?

Surely not. Surely even Marcus couldn't be so cold in his ambitious as that.]

Was Silco responsible for Grayson's death?

caitlyn kiramman | arcane | ota

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