Joshua Rosfield (
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sticksandbones2025-05-09 08:41 pm
now with 100% fewer homicidal robots
Who: Joshua + anyone involved in the portal project!
What: The portal is finally ready!
When: Mid-May
Where: The center of the Grove
Warnings: idk it's portal shenanigans, I'll add warnings if we need them!
[ It's taken a couple of months, but with the combined effort of a few good brains, the portal is finally as ready as it's going to be. Calculations have been made, plans have been formed, and now all they have to do is put the sun and moon stones in place, and pray.
Literally, because it's been in his notes that faith could have some power in helping them get where they need to go. Hopefully.
Midway through the month, Joshua puts out a message through the netbooks. ]
To everyone that has helped with the portal:
Our efforts are ready to bear fruit. I would like to try activating it tomorrow. Let us meet in the center of the Grove at noon, when the sun is at its brightest.
We know not what awaits us should the portal be successful, so I would prefer to err on the side of caution. If you can fight, please come prepared to do so. Also, we will certainly need hands to relay anything we might want to bring back. If you are Corrupted, however, I am afraid I must ask you not to be involved as a matter of safety and security. My apologies.
[ And, come late morning the following day, Joshua is there, umbrella in hand to protect himself from the sunlight. He has gathered boxes and crates for any potential recovery of items, should the portal work properly, as well as basic medical supplies just in case. Small bouquets of flowers are placed around the base of the portal, in what might be a startling abundance. Better to have more than needed than not enough. ]
What: The portal is finally ready!
When: Mid-May
Where: The center of the Grove
Warnings: idk it's portal shenanigans, I'll add warnings if we need them!
Literally, because it's been in his notes that faith could have some power in helping them get where they need to go. Hopefully.
Midway through the month, Joshua puts out a message through the netbooks. ]
To everyone that has helped with the portal:
Our efforts are ready to bear fruit. I would like to try activating it tomorrow. Let us meet in the center of the Grove at noon, when the sun is at its brightest.
We know not what awaits us should the portal be successful, so I would prefer to err on the side of caution. If you can fight, please come prepared to do so. Also, we will certainly need hands to relay anything we might want to bring back. If you are Corrupted, however, I am afraid I must ask you not to be involved as a matter of safety and security. My apologies.
[ And, come late morning the following day, Joshua is there, umbrella in hand to protect himself from the sunlight. He has gathered boxes and crates for any potential recovery of items, should the portal work properly, as well as basic medical supplies just in case. Small bouquets of flowers are placed around the base of the portal, in what might be a startling abundance. Better to have more than needed than not enough. ]

Pre-Portal Mingling
Odile
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But now is not the time to let emotion get the best of him. When he finds a moment, he approaches Odile, a warm smile gracing his lips even as he keeps the umbrella over him in a precise enough way to keep the sun from ever touching him. ]
Thank you for coming, Lady Odile. It is a comfort to know that someone is keeping an eye on everything.
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the portalening
In his heart, though, he feels the elation of being close to completing his brother's task. Elation, and in some way, sorrow: the former for what they might discover, and the latter for no longer having the connection to his brother that this task has forged.
The stones are set in a particular pattern, alternating sun and moon, and then Joshua clasps his hands around the handle of his umbrella and closes his eyes. He has never been a man of prayer, not like those that follow the Greagorian Church, but he is a priest of Beiwe now. Adding a little of his own aether to the soft but fervent faith that the portal will both work and connect them to their desired location is the least that he can do. ]
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It's beautiful, marking a purity in a soul that has long since lost itself to darkness.
> Explore the courtyard.
> Continue forward.
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and then her face falls and she settles onto the ground. )
... I'm not...
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( lily is free to grab as a companion in your explorations. )
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THE DIVINE LIBRARY
The lobby seems to be a place of rest, leading up to a rather small desk where one might imagine a receptionist, but no one is there. There is a soft noise further in, and one can see that the library towers overhead. There's a lot of ground to cover.
As you investigate, roll 2 d20 and place the results in your header, in order.
7, 18
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They don't tend to live long. God I wish that were us.
As for his efficiency...
He finds the books to be really readable, actually! But you specifically requested non-plot important, so really he's just learning a lot about other continents. It's neat stuff about cultures, countries and figures he's never heard of.
Eventually a cart rolls by. ... What's pushing it?
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10, 19
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He'll find that the chair is more like a very plush stool, and is covered in red fur. There's a ledger for every section of the library, of names and a lot of paw print stamps... And some very pretty flowers in a bowl. They look like they're made of sparkling blue glass but smell fresh and fragrant. He'll also find a little teacup, but it's empty. The receptionist seems to favor mint.
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4, 12 I should have used trader-
Re: 4, 12 I should have used trader-
Love echoes in this room.
Propped open on displays are three books, gold, crimson and silver.
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7
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14, 9
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Odile can tell that these plants are all native to the Realm of the Gods, but there's a few any mortal may be familiar with.
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cw drug mention
6, 8
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... Oh except for the little squeaks. If Ford investigates, he'll find himself staring at three bibcoons and a pushcart of books. One sits atop the cart, tossing books down one by one while the other two put them on shelves. It's very hard because their legs are very small and they do not have thumbs, but team work makes the dream work!!!!!
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3, 15
Shadow Milk knows his way around a magical library, so he passes by most. What he is interested in is anything that looks forbidden. Anything that is carefully tucked away, in shadowy corners. A little toooo high up. Or perhaps obvious fake shelves hiding secret rooms.
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He hits the fucking jackpot, because he finds a door marked in an ornate writing, "THE HALL OF PRESENT WRITING" that's just... endless desks. And atop each desk is a tome, with golden quills writing upon them automatically. He'll find that each one is a different thing, and even the handwriting is different.
All knowledge, all fiction, all thoughts and feelings as they are being written in the mortal realm are being recorded here, raw and free, for safekeeping.
But that's small potatoes, probably.
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I lost this, I apologize!
shhh shhhhhhh it's okay
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[YOU DIDN'T THINK THERE WOULDN'T BE CONSEQUENCES, DID YOU?] CW: Death
The Forest did this. How dare you take what was his.
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time for ain's next mental breakdown, goodbye]
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He freezes, eyes locked on the limp and bloodied bodies on the ground. He doesn't recognize one, but oh, the other. He's seen the man bloody and unconscious before, but this is different. This feels different. There is no rise and fall to that chest, the skin looks so pale, and the blood--
His heart feels torn from his chest, a gaping hole there aching impossibly. It takes a moment for his voice to work, but once it does, it kicks the rest of him into gear, too. Joshua steps from his spot, quickly closing the distance and falling hard to his knees. But the pain is of no consequence. ]
Dion!
[ His voice breaks as he speaks the name, repeating it two more times, each more frantic than the last. Hands move over the body before him, but it's very clear what has happened. The black markings leave no questions.
Retaliation. That's what this is. ]
No... No--
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