EVENT ★ THE ORDER OF THE CHIMERA

[futurologists]

MEETING MINGLING As characters arrive, the forest clearing is still dark, barely lit despite the evening hours. It makes it all the more difficult to clearly make out the men and women shuffling about in cloaks, but at the very least they don’t treat the ALASTAIR recruits suspiciously. Rather, they seem to be expecting guests already. It becomes quickly apparent that these are no ordinary people. There's something off about them, something a little... magical. Hidden by their hair is their pointed ears, one of the only things that suggests they have goblin ancestry. Needless to say, there are no refreshments, but recruits are encouraged to find each other and try to put the pieces together. There may be clues in their surroundings, tomes and trinkets left about various tree trunks in lieu of proper seating, and the Order members around them. INITIATION Eventually, a silence falls over the crowd as two figures take to the center of the gathering. There’s an obvious familial resemblance between the pair of men, though one hangs a step behind. Chances are, you've seen him before, lurking quietly in the background. This time, he does the same. The more outspoken of the pair steps forward, spreading his arms out to greet the assembly proudly. ”Welcome, old and new friends. My name is Michel. No doubt some of you are wondering what you are here for — don't worry, all will become clear. We are the Order of the Chimera, and today, you are the lucky few who will join our ranks and fight for justice.” The crowd cheers. ”We are special. Gifted. We have goblin blood running through our veins that makes us strong, and that terrifies the humans, so we must live in secrecy. The goblins have hatred for the human side of us, so we must hide from them, too. We're half-breeds. Chimeras: beings made up of parts from different races, something that should not exist. But the Chimera is also powerful. Before, all we could do was take the sun away, but now I've discovered something greater. A spell that will change everything. Magic that will strike anyone who does not stand with us down. We wi—” SHUTOUT Naturally, nothing’s that easy! Before he can finish, the speaker gets cut off mid-syllable by a bang and rise of surprised shouts along the back of the assembly. Despite the scrambling, those who were involved in the town square debacle might recognize what’s happening. The law enforcement must’ve gotten tipped off, because they’re here to crash the party -- and all invited PCs get to be part of the collateral damage. Between the physical skirmishes and Order members retaliating with spells sizzling through the air, it should be possible to use the resulting noise to make a break for it and lie low until the heat’s died down. The hard part is making sure everyone makes it out to begin with, because you can bet that the punishment won’t be a slap on the wrist and a night in the slammer. [ooc notes: there will be a subthread for NPC interactions, though was stated in the event post we recommend grouping up -- the more minds, the better! There's no set tag order, so characters may come and go as they wish. ]

Comments

[beyourrock]

[Pearl had been watching from afar. The man that Gilgamesh was talking to was familiar. From the party a few weeks previously. Hallow's eve, if she recalls correctly.

She could hear Gilgamesh's voice become sharper. Like a large dog barking in the face of an irritated cat, who didn't even flinch. Pursing her lips, she couldn't help herself. She steps in, taking a hold of Gilgamesh's arm to pull him back and away from Arthur. If this man had information, there was no reason to argue with him.]

Gilgamesh! Be polite to our host! [She could only assume he had invited them. The Gem turns to Arthur and smiles, puling down her hood, her gem right out in the open now. Slumping her shoulders, she offers an apologetic smile.]

Forgive him, he can be rather stubborn, but he means well. [For the most part.]

So your brother had done this? [She gestures to the sky, and how dark it is. Was it day? Was it night? Who knows at this point, Pearl had lost track.] Didn't he think about the ramifications of this?