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farsickness2020-11-03 02:49 pm
evil_isevil) wrote in farsickness2020-11-03 02:49 pm
raindrops keep falling on my head
WHO: Geralt and OPEN
WHEN: November 1st to 10th
WHAT: Event stuff.
WHERE: Gazin and Vasari Forest mostly
WARNINGS: Nothing yet, will update
Day of storm
Passing the gates of Gazin, Geralt and Roach return after being gone for several weeks. Luckily, he's landed some good-paying jobs while he's been away and while the healing cut on his forehead might suggest he worked hard for his gold, the Witcher had seen some new places that made it all worth it.
As he dismounts, the medallion around his neck begins to thrum against his chest, a sign that magic or monster is nearby. Immediately, amber eyes scan the area around him and pick out a woman that he has never seen before, which should not have been too disconcerting considering the consistent addition of new faces. Hers was different though. She was different. Only Geralt could not put his finger on why.
So, he follows her for a short time before she vanishes out of thin air. By the time he gets back to the inn and reconnects with some familiar faces, the woman is all but forgotten.
Vasari Forest
The storm had been a vicious one, causing damage to buildings and sending anything that wasn't secured blowing, turning some into dangerous missiles that had the potential to severely harm or even destroy whatever they came in contact with. Geralt had seen storms like this before and had known when to hunker down and wait things out.
But once it was all over, he heads out to see if anyone was in need of aid, whether it be to repair structures or count bodies. With the storm that had just been, either was a likely possibility.
Fortunately, there were no deaths that he could see, though there were plenty of bodies standing at the gates looking at a most peculiar glow coming from the heart of Vasari Forest.
"Stay here," he told them, knowing that there were only a handful of people who would feel the Witcher wasn't talking to them. Maybe it was just as well that he didn't go alone for as much as he wants to.
After all, red is not a colour generally associated with anything good.
Influence - Symbol: Time
He can't remember where he saw it now, but it was an odd design that sat in his periphery until it pulled his attention towards it. Soon after is when he realizes something is different. He feels off, almost as if he has done the very thing he is doing before.
Geralt also suddenly becomes obsessed with the woman he saw and the glow in Vasari that he simply cannot seem to find the source of, no matter how many times he goes back to it.
But the most jarring is how Geralt spends countless hours roaming the streets, searching faces for a woman who does not seem to even be in Gazin anymore.
WHEN: November 1st to 10th
WHAT: Event stuff.
WHERE: Gazin and Vasari Forest mostly
WARNINGS: Nothing yet, will update
Day of storm
Passing the gates of Gazin, Geralt and Roach return after being gone for several weeks. Luckily, he's landed some good-paying jobs while he's been away and while the healing cut on his forehead might suggest he worked hard for his gold, the Witcher had seen some new places that made it all worth it.
As he dismounts, the medallion around his neck begins to thrum against his chest, a sign that magic or monster is nearby. Immediately, amber eyes scan the area around him and pick out a woman that he has never seen before, which should not have been too disconcerting considering the consistent addition of new faces. Hers was different though. She was different. Only Geralt could not put his finger on why.
So, he follows her for a short time before she vanishes out of thin air. By the time he gets back to the inn and reconnects with some familiar faces, the woman is all but forgotten.
Vasari Forest
The storm had been a vicious one, causing damage to buildings and sending anything that wasn't secured blowing, turning some into dangerous missiles that had the potential to severely harm or even destroy whatever they came in contact with. Geralt had seen storms like this before and had known when to hunker down and wait things out.
But once it was all over, he heads out to see if anyone was in need of aid, whether it be to repair structures or count bodies. With the storm that had just been, either was a likely possibility.
Fortunately, there were no deaths that he could see, though there were plenty of bodies standing at the gates looking at a most peculiar glow coming from the heart of Vasari Forest.
"Stay here," he told them, knowing that there were only a handful of people who would feel the Witcher wasn't talking to them. Maybe it was just as well that he didn't go alone for as much as he wants to.
After all, red is not a colour generally associated with anything good.
Influence - Symbol: Time
He can't remember where he saw it now, but it was an odd design that sat in his periphery until it pulled his attention towards it. Soon after is when he realizes something is different. He feels off, almost as if he has done the very thing he is doing before.
Geralt also suddenly becomes obsessed with the woman he saw and the glow in Vasari that he simply cannot seem to find the source of, no matter how many times he goes back to it.
But the most jarring is how Geralt spends countless hours roaming the streets, searching faces for a woman who does not seem to even be in Gazin anymore.
the inn, the day of the storm; let me know if it needs anything
Sheโs spent her time continuing to listen to the rumours swirling around the mysterious person who wants an ember unicorn, researching and gathering information as she puts pieces together in the hopes that she can figure out who it is before itโs too late. Sheโs sitting at a table in the corner of the inn when he returns, journal at hand, as well as a meal and a glass of mead sitting off to one side, and she cannot help how her face lights up at the sight of him, once her attention is drawn from the pages of her journal. Though sheโs scarcely aware of it.
Thereโs a fond (and a little relieved) smile on her face as she catches his gaze.