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EVENT 021

Solitary Voyage

The first light of dawn does not come this morning. The moonlight outside continues to cast its muted glow over the Grove, still high in the sky. No matter how long you wait, no matter how many minutes or hours slip by, the darkness remains, and the silvery sentinel refuses to yield to the sun. It also appears bigger than usual, its surface etched with shadows that seem to pulse with a life of their own, and you swear there weren't this many stars peppering the night sky last night.

Despite the oppressive night that looms above, there’s an odd sense of calm. No werewolves prowl the streets, no ominous howls echo through the trees, or other dangers that usually seem to threaten the Grove. In fact, it's not making it more cold than usual, either. The ice on the river, once a solid barrier, begins to chip away, revealing glimmers of water beneath, giving new life to the creatures that call it home. A handful of the baby Seaborn even flop out of the water to explore the world, as if it's entirely new to them and hasn't only been a month since they've been unable to be on solid ground.

The only thing that the perpetual night seems to be affecting is the local wildlife. Disoriented and confused, they flit about in a daze, their natural rhythms thrown into chaos. The diurnal creatures now wander aimlessly with their instincts dulled. Someone should probably feed these poor critters before they forget how to forage for themselves.

The Grove also seems to be sans one sea jelly. Hope no one booked their therapy appointment this month.

The Reef is Immortal

It was the loud creaking that caught your attention first, a sound that reverberated through the ground like the groan of a ship caught in a storm. There's a... tree? Or, wait, no. That can't be right. It's colossal, easily taller than the supposed "limit" of the sky barrier, but it's also... blue? There's a smattering of bioluminescent patches that give a white glow, especially under the pale moonlight. The "branches" swayed unnaturally, each one moving independently, like a thousand skeletal fingers reaching for the heavens.

With the coming of this "tree" also comes something some of you may be familiar with - the Nethersea Brand. It's a blue, web-like membrane that more resembles flesh than what anyone would like to admit. Contact with the membrane is not recommended as it invokes a creeping dread that gnaws at the edges of your mind and locks your muscles and bones. It wears off... eventually, but if you don't get out of it in time it'll continue to chew at your nervous system.

It is not localized like it was last time, either. It spreads and expands to cover all of the Grove more and more with each moment, every hour swallowing more and more land, with just a few exceptions. One, the Inn's lobby, which is protected by the Inquistion's Fireplace inside. And two... surprisingly, the River and its banks, where the Guardians (and the Behemoth) seem to be taking solace from the threat.

The baby Seaborn are not aware of many things, but they are at least cognizant that some of you don't seem to do well in the Brand, with some control over what it covers. If you're by the river, they seem to be able to control the brand just enough to free you, chirping in an innocent manner. You do not know what they are saying, but you can imagine it's something along the lines of "Hi! What doing!" There's less of them in the river currently, but the few that are around are nesting on Moder or following Sinann around. They do not sense the distress. They are just babies.

The Mass of Sorrow

The sensation of being trapped in the web-like brand is suffocating, a foreign sensation of the boundaries that have been blurred between your identity and the collective consciousness of others. Each time you succumb to the nervous impairment, it feels like you’re slipping through a veil, where the lines between your thoughts and those of others dissolve into a swirling mass of emotions and memories.

You can’t shake the feeling of grief that lingers in your chest, a weight that seems to grow heavier with each passing moment. It’s as if you’re mourning something you can’t quite grasp—perhaps the remnants of your own past, or the fragments of lives that are not your own. When you finally come to again, rising up from the brand to attempt to move again, you'll notice you have tear stains against your face you don't remember crying.

It's not easy to escape the brand, either. Between the rough terrain flesh-y webs make and the way it slowly neutralizes your nerves, it's a wonder you can keep moving at all. But more than that, there's this... voice...

"Embrace... Our Warmth..."

In short moments of clarity, you remember... dreaming? Remembering? Commiserating...? Something. Whatever the case, you were in someone's mind. Maybe your own. Maybe someone else's. Maybe even something from the forest - the brand is taking all prisoner, after all.

Best hope We Many doesn't share anything you don't want anyone to see, because it doesn't seem like you get much of a choice.

Elegy of the Outliers

Those holed up inside are not entirely forgotten. While the warmth of the fireplace and the kin of the river may keep the brand at bay, the persistent weight of grief and sadness still reaches those within. It is the curse of an ancient being long gone, a sorrow that lingers like a scar. Yet, this sorrow can be softened by the company of those around you. Distractions, warmth, and togetherness serve as reminders that collaboration is, as always, the answer.

Gazing out at the brand, one will notice shadows moving along the fleshy web—shadows that seem hauntingly familiar. Loved ones move through the Grove as if it has come alive again, as if the threat of an obsessed, fallen deity has vanished, and things have reached some form of normalcy once again.

Upon closer inspection, the observant may discern that these are not true apparitions, but rather the brand's way of storing memories within We Many's consciousness. It is a surreal experience, reliving moments through the Seaborn that drift freely about. This phenomenon is both unsettling and captivating—perhaps it could even make for compelling television while you remain trapped inside. Yet, the sight of a loved one, even as a mere shadow, may also be overwhelming, pulling you away from your current sanctuary.

Be careful out there.

Spark Notes

summary

Solitary Voyage is this moon's journey. The expected dawn fails to arrive, leaving the Grove shrouded in an unusual, persistent moonlight. While the darkness disrupts the local wildlife, causing confusion and disorientation, it also brings life to the river as baby Seaborn venture out.

The Reef is Immortal, bringing forth a colossal, bioluminescent "tree" in the Grove, accompanied by the spreading menace of the Nethersea Brand, a blue, web-like membrane that induces paralysis upon contact. While the Brand expands across the land, the Inn's lobby remains safe, and the baby Seaborn near the river seem to possess a surprising ability to help free those ensnared by the Brand, blissfully unaware of the surrounding danger.

The Mass of Sorrow is the experience of being ensnared in the Nethersea Brand. Personal identity blurs with the collective consciousness, leading to overwhelming grief and confusion as emotions and memories intertwine.

Elegy of the Outliers, or those sheltered from the Nethersea Brand, still feel the Arbor's weight of grief and sadness, a lingering curse that can be eased by the warmth and companionship of others. As shadows resembling loved ones move through the brand, it becomes clear that these are not true apparitions but memories stored within We Many's consciousness.

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This month's event has been written entirely by Rubie! Please be nice and say thank you Rubie! Enjoy your memory shares and your eldritch horrors, and remember that questions asked should be asked in public channels and not DMs if they're related to this month's event. Have fun!

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Yeah, well. If I try to explain I don't think you're gonna believe me, anyway.

[Because so far, well...it's not so easy to try to convince people that someone they never remembered was there in the first place was actually, you know. There!!]

Do you remember? Now that he is here?

[Unfortunately Add joined up with the party while Ain was lightballed, so uh. He sure does not, and his expression says as much, an irritated twitch in his brow. Motherfucker he just said—]

How would I remember someone who hasn't been here before?

[Soon enough, though, the two A named boys are going to go toe to toe in front of God, Wolfwood, and everyone. Or, well, most of the party is moving ahead because Hey Yeah The Temple, so it's becoming a walk and talk scenario. Wolfwood can hang back where he pleases; Ain walks along after Elsword, swinging his pendulum between his fingers, while Add floats along on Dynamo.

There's a quiet hiss between them, but to Wolfwood who's Not Really Here but Here, he'll get to listen in regardless. These are Ain's memories, after all.]

What exactly are you supposed to be? Those guys didn't even remember you... Then you showed up out of nowhere and slipped right in, as if you have known them all along.

[Ain smiles. It's dry and sarcastic and bitchy, in a way Wolfwood will surely recognize by this point.]

...Let me make a suggestion. I know you don't belong to this timeline. You are probably from... a long time ago. I'm not sure how you did it, but it doesn't matter. I really don't care what you are trying to do. And I'll never be interested. So why don't you offer me the same courtesy?

So just shut up and mind my own business?

Very good, Mr. Ancient.

[The boys... are fighting. Kind of. Add looks weirdly pale, and Ain is clearly riding that high.]

[Wolfwood walks along, not invested in their goal the same way the people who actually lived this are, because he's more focused on the conversation that Add and Ain are having that he can overhear. And boy oh boy, it's blackmail time! Wolfwood nearly laughs aloud when he hears it. Granted, he feels like he lacks a lot of context for Add's situation, but in the end it matters less what's going on as much as how Ain is reacting to it. The girls are fightinggggg.

He keeps his mouth shut, for now. He'll wait until Ain steps ahead and Add is by himself again before he speaks again.]

Guess that answers that.

[The girls are fighting and if KOG weren't COWARDS they'd have made Ain's line "good boy" instead of "very good", I'm js.

Add will scoot along on Dynamo next to Wolfwood, clearly annoyed. They can stew in their mutual annoyance of Ain together, while he mutters:]

Unbelievable. That guy isn't human.

Yeah, no shit.

[Wolfwood out here cursing in a...what rating is Elsword-]

You get what I was sayin' now though, right?

[Checks the website. There is no rating. Based on the amount of times Ain says "demon bastards" I'm going to go with Teen because I know you can get away with calling someone a bastard in Teen games but you super cannot get away with calling them a bitch-ass motherfucker like I think they should let Add do, so.]

Tch. Yeah, so what's the deal? Why are you immune, and they're not?

[He's jabbing his finger forward, nebulously at Elsword's back. That Bitch Right There Officer. That one Friendship Beamed him.]

[Honestly, Add should be allowed to say this. Let Add say fuck.

But also uhhhh how does he answer this...]

Let's just say we got a complicated history.

[He knows that's just going to make Add inquire further, so he continues, shoving his hands into his pockets.]

I don't really know though, if I'm honest. [That's halfway true, at least.] I don't think Ain likes to think about it either way, so him usin' blackmail to keep you quiet doesn't surprise me.

If you tell any of the others about what he said, I'll cram Dynamo so far up your ass it'll come out your eye sockets.

[That is Not how human anatomy works and also it's Wolfwood so good luck with that one, Add, but sure.]

Oh I'd love to see you try.

[Wolfwood smirks, glancing at Add out of the corner of his eye.]

Calm down, I ain't gonna go round spreadin' your precious secret. Dunno why you and Ain think this group would care so much, anyway. S'like yall ain't met Elsword before.

[Mister friendship beams himself!!]

[That's so true bestie, unfortunately Add thinks they would Very Care and refuses to tell anyone anything. If he said "yeah I could go into the past and save my mom from being fucking murdered but I have no idea how to do that", Elsword would drop everything and be like "guys we have to go save Add's mom from being murdered". Same vein as "Ain would say he's an angel and the group would be like yeah cool when are we killing the bigbad tho".

Unfortunately, neither of these two morons can bring themselves to think for five seconds, so here we are.

And though Wolfwood will be faced both with Add's deep sense of paranoia & fear of ghosts, as well as Ain's usual mouthiness... unfortunately that's all going to come in more flashes again. They'll deal with Hamel's problems in something of a montage sequence. They'll head off to Sander, which Wolfwood will note is very much like No Man's if No Man's had an oasis in the middle of any town at all. They'll physically enter a holy beast and beat a demon out of it, because that's very normal and happens to every adventuring party obviously. They'll go to Lanox, which is somehow even hotter than Sander is on account of the fact the actual city is built into a volcano and there's very much lava running through canals in the streets, and meet Lu and Ciel. Wolfwood will get a brief moment where he gets to have the best goddamn tea and cookies of his life (like sorry Gnosis but your tea skills do not hold a candle to Ciel's) before the memories go back to being montage-y.

Also he'll get to hear Ain be Extremely Racist for the next two years. It's fine, don't worry about it.

Eventually, the party is in a city in the sky — Elysion, where a whole lot of angelic Nasods with feathers live. Eve's creator is here, and her code allows her to bypass what would otherwise surely be a hellish city to get into. From here, there's a way to enter and restore the El, and Ain...

Ain, despite this being his mission, looks none to happy about this.]

[It really feels a little disorienting to go through so much time in such a short span, but the fact it feels almost like a dream helps a little with the disconnect. Like sure, makes sense that one second they're in Hamel, next they're in Lanox, etc etc. Traveling with this group is quite the contrast to traveling with Vash and the others, though...Wolfwood was probably feeling similarly to how Ain feels right now, at the time. Like he's lying to the group about something (he was) and felt bad about it (he did) and knew it was going to come to a head eventually (it also did!).

So now they're here, in Elysion, and Wolfwood knows Ain well enough to be able to tell that he's uneasy. So, if at any point he can catch up with Ain and sort of separate him from the rest of the direct group, he'll ask in an undertone:]

You okay?

[While everyone else pulls ahead to talk about what the hell they're gonna do... they're so close, they're almost there, then they can be done (haha, lol)...

Ain hangs back with Wolfwood, shuffling in place before he starts picking at the inside of his jacket sleeves. A nervous habit these days, but one that isn't often seen... or won't be until way later, anyway.]

I'm just glad we've almost restored the El. That's all.

[Haha. No you ain't.]

Right, right...that's been your mission this whole time.

[Wolfwood hums, as if nonchalant...but he's watching Ain like a hawk, reading his movements and facial expressions, gauging for a reaction as he talks.]

The El will be restored, everythin' will go back to the way it should be. ...and then what?

...and then... [and then he'll die.] Well, I should start saying goodbye, then, right? What need will we have for the El Search Party when the El is restored?

[Wolfwood scoffs.]

You really think this group is gonna just split up as soon as that happens? I think Elsword would cry.

Haha... no, I guess not.

[But he's still cagey, and looks off to the side. Not at Wolfwood. Anywhere but at his friends ahead, either.]

Will you guys all miss me when I'm gone?

[Wolfwood blinks, his eyes widening a fraction...and then his gaze narrows, just slightly.]

What do you mean?

[Ugh, he doesn't want to say iiiit...]

I guess you wouldn't. No one remembers me when I leave. [No one except for Wolfwood and sometimes, on occasion, Elsword.] Mr. Priest... if the El is restored, you won't ever see me again. That's why... I think we shouldn't restore it, haha...

[Oh, but that's where you're wrong, Ain. Wolfwood did remember...when everyone else forgot, he still remembered.

And now, everything is falling into place. What Ain is telling him now, the memory itself, the little bits and pieces of what he knows from the real world...

His footsteps suddenly feel a lot heavier.]

...so we don't, then.

Haha... it's not that simple, is it? If we don't do it, the world will continue to be in this state, and it might end again. You... you wouldn't want that.

Of course, if we restore the El, I'll cease to exist.

[You wouldn't want that, Ain says, but the thing is...Wolfwood's never really had an opinion on the state of the world as a whole, or humanity, because he's never felt like he could do anything. Those thoughts from No Man's bleed through here, that sense of directionless ambling, of "I need to protect what is right in front of me".]

So we don't, then.

[Ain smiles dryly.]

Are you going to stop them? Does the life of one matter over the lives of the many?

...

When I disappear, please don't forget about me. They will, but maybe you won't.

[Wolfwood wants to argue, thaat yes, you matter more than the faceless thousands that Wolfwood couldn't possibly know in this world...but he doesn't end up saying that, because he knows it would be upsetting in a way for Ain to hear.

But how is that any better than Ain having to disappear? To be forgotten by those he cares about the most??

Wolfwood grits his teeth...and then, without asking, he'll reach down to take Ain's hand to hold tightly.]

I won't. ...I can't. Not ever.

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