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

[whereismypie]

[ it makes complete sense, even to someone as stubbornly obtuse as Dean — when it comes to things such as fate and destiny.

he doesn't answer for a long moment after Loki's question. he knows the answer — everything that made Dean into the man he is today was ...

well, basically, it was all foisted off on him when he too young to know better. but that's not something he's willing to share with anyone. least of all, himself, tbh. ]

... I was raised into it. But I stayed by choice, not because some bored asshole with a pen decided to write it into some book of destiny.

[ his tone is mild however. ]

You're really pissed about these expectations people've put on you, huh.

[selfimage]

Those expectations want me to hurt people. So ... pissed, I suppose, is a light word for it.

[ her mother. it was her mother that forced them on her. first was Ragnarok, then came the onslaught of everything else. Asgard's laughable response still grated against her: they'd rather be in shackles than embrace a future of not knowing, not something the gods were usually gifted with. ]

Maybe I'll tell you about it sometime.