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Dragon!

Who: ANYONE!
Broadcast: If you want
Action: The forest outside of town!
When: Ambiguously around the 23rd

→ Before the mob
[Tek has run out of time. he's pushed his body and spirit to its limit, and his hold over himself finally slips. he's quiet about fleeing the city, but it's a different story once he reaches the wilderness. the sudden release of energy as he loses his human shape hits the atmosphere in a silent wave. the countryside shivers as an aura of death and malaise touches every living thing, even if only in the very back of the mind. and for those more sensitive to such things... it's clear that something has happened. something is here.

for those wandering the forest that day, they may step into an area of the forest gone still with a graveyard hush. and if they linger there, they might happen upon a monstrous beast.

he's keeping to the tallest, deepest copses of trees... because it's hard to keep hidden when you're the height of a three-story building. either creeping and looming between the trunks, gratefully wading into streams, or curling up to rest in roomy clearings, he's there.

and he's hideous. though not actually rotting, the creature is at least designed to look cadavorous. he doesn't appear overtly aggressive... but something looking like that must be far from harmless.]

→ After the mob
[and he can only stay hidden for so long. a band of foresters eventually happen upon him, and a battle inevitably ensues. it isn't long before the remnants of the group run howling into town-- a dragon is less than a mile away, and it has already struck down several of their number!

at once, the bravest warriors take up arms, ring the alarms, and begin to set out in bands to take down the monster!

anyone striking out to find the dragon after the battles have begun is definitely in for a fight, because he is now wounded and angry. and, since he's so large and caught in such a small area of land before he hits the barrier, he won't be hard to find--especially whenever he breaks the canopy of trees and takes flight, to try and find another area of forest not already full of attackers. if you watch the sky and follow him long enough, you're sure to find him.]

(ooc: open to absolutely anyone! just take a look at the ooc post first, and then jump in! also open for any peripherally-related threads--like reacting to the creepy wave of feeling that goes through the town, gathering friends, etc.--if you feel like it!

if you have any other questions, dump 'em in the ooc post!

otherwise, DRAGONFIGHT DRAGONFIGHT!!)

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[By all rights, the shroud of energy that lays over the countryside would be the perfect motivation to stay far, far away. But in the quiet after the storm, he's drawn to investigate just as the path of his feet often bring him to dark places. There's a terrible familiarity about it, combining the hungry maw of the St. Grandin swamp with the forgotten halls of the maze in Klepsydra and the haunted halls of the Mirador's less trod wings. Any one of which should have sent him running.

Except...he can't quite fight the feeling that whatever has been done to Mor as a result of the people from the fleet might have terrible consequences, like dumping poison into their figurative well. The selfish part of him also wants to know what kind of magic set this in motion.

He has no particular plans when he arrives, though he walks silently through the deadly, unnatural calm, his breathing shallow and tremulous. He follows the noirant energy deeper into the woods, not giving much thought to how he'll get back, until he finds the epicentre where Robin is already at work sweeping away the energy like cobwebs.

He doesn't want to interrupt, so he moves closer with measured steps, following the motions of Robin's hands with]

[his muttering almost makes sense when Felix gets close enough to hear. the syllables are still nonsense, in a consonant-heavy tongue that starts and stops oddly--but the meaning behind them somehow filters through. it sounds kind of like a prayer, or a blessing, appealing to the spirits of the earth under his feet and the air above him.

he knows that a stranger is there, of course. he's so keyed into the energy here that he could feel him coming from a long distance away. after some moments of being watched, he stops... letting his arms drop, looking over at Felix.

normally he'd at least pretend to be amused to see another person here, but he doesn't have it in him right now. all Felix gets is an acknowledging nod.]

Oppressive, isn't it?

[He stares in vague bewilderment at those moment of comprehension of tongue he's never once heard in his life, though he wonders if perhaps the augment wasn't at work here. He knows for certain that most people here would not understand his own language, but it's something he's accepted at this point.

The lack of a friendly greeting, however, doesn't bother him. He wouldn't expect it, under the circumstances, and the very air seems to leech away any effort he might make to do the same. Thus, he answers the nod with one of his own]

Like a lead weight.

[He takes in the patch of cleansed earth and then shifts his gaze to a scorched tree, wondering if it would be wise to try to open his gaze up to the noirant energy, or it that would simply result in being blinded]

Do you know what happened here?

A dragon... [that much will be common knowledge, come morning. he watches Felix for a moment, trying to decide how much he should really tell him.]

One with some power over life and death, by the looks of it. I wasn't there, but... It seems like the worst of the mess was made when it was slain.

[The finer details may or may not matter, but it was curiosity that drew him out this far in the first place, and it was hard thing to not indulge when he had the occasion to do so.]

I don't know much about dragons, I'm afraid.

[A perfectly neutral statement, one that may or may not put Robin at ease. It's also true. The castle taught him they existed and to be cautious about them, but it hadn't exactly instilled in him any real fear.]

I do know I felt something out here far before the natives started gathering their pitchforks.

That's what it was... Not much you need to know about them, aside from their size and that they apparently leave a big mess on the way out.

[he looks over the ground again. sighs. the whole thing... really is an awful mess.]

The only thing I know for sure is that this ground... This'll seep into the earth for years, contaminate anything that tries to grow here. It's like it's been cursed.

[More than Felix knows, of course, but as he takes in the devastation - the horrid seeping darkness all around the - he at least agrees with Robin's assessment of the result]

Quite. At least where I came from magic can be incredibly permeable to the environment. Once something like this takes hold it will likely perpetuate for years. Perhaps centuries. The energy it must have taken, however...

[The pause says all he needs to. It was considerable, which means there was a lot more to this dragon than just a large beast]

Dispering this will take days at the rate you were going.

[ah... his smile isn't happy, but he manages it anyway. apologetic, maybe.]

Can you blame me for trying anyway?

[He smiles humorlessly as well and shakes his head]

Not at all. These people shouldn't have to suffer any more for our presence.

[He looks down a moment, scuffing the blackened dirt with his shoe in thought. He can't be sure their approach is compatible, but doing nothing when he might have the power to change it seems a worse crime that whatever violence happened out here.]

If you're intent on handling it yourself, I might be able to help.

Oh? [that gets his interest. normally he'd be more wary, but... he really doesn't want to have to fix all of this by himself.] I'd appreciate anything that gets me back home before sundown. What are you thinking?

[He frowns in thought. This is still a massive project no matter how you sliced it. Robin's hope might be optimistic, but he can try]

An area dispersal. It should be possible, though I'm not sure I could do all of it once. Dispersals usually take multiple people, and it would be much easier to accomplish if there were physical boundaries to work with, such as walls.

[Felix bends to pick up a long stick, broken off in the chaos]

Meaning I'll need to construct one. If you help me in drawing a circle, I could eliminate large patches of the magic at a time. It won't reverse anything, mind you, but it will allow things to heal naturally.

[...he actually laughs. something about that seems very funny to him; he bows his head, rubbing at the back of his head. is this relief? honestly, he's so wound up right now that the thought of a little help is a gargantuan weight off of his shoulders.]

If there's anything I've got covered, it's drawing circles. [a joke. about his magic. not that Felix would know that.] Between the two of us, this might not be so bad.

[He raises a brow but lets the question go unasked. There are more important things to be handled]

As are most tasks. [He smiles thinly] Though magically speaking it may be somewhat akin to a running a marathon.

[He sweeps his stick around at the blasted area]

We may as well start here? It will have to be a large circle. Don't worry if it isn't perfect. And then, if it works, you can get to any spots I might have missed in between.

How large? Several people wide? A mile?

[but hey, he's on board. he calmly walks across the blighted grass, picking up a fallen branch of his own--the leaves long since curled and fallen away.]

[He glances across the clearing]

No more than forty feet across, I'd say.

[Felix starts to pick his way to pick a likely spot to mark as the center, for reference, then sinks his own stick in the dirt there.]

You can measure from here.

Yes sir.

[with at least the semblance of a small smile on his face, he'll get to work. he really is very experience in magic circles, so this is nothing big for him. maybe they'll actually get this area cleaned after all...]

[It isn't as if he's obligated, but he shows no resentment over the time and energy it will likely take to finish this. As it is, he stands patiently as Robin starts on the circle, and about half way through starts to draw something in the middle, the beginnings of a triangle. It's a really simple ritual circle, to be honest, but raw earth doesn't make the best platform for this sort of thing. It will have to do.

Once the lines connect, haphazardly or otherwise, he ambles back to the center.]

I'd be curious to hear more about your methods when this is over, if you don't mind me asking, that is.

[he follows, his branch now worn down to about half its previous size... he tosses it on his way over.]

Sure, we can talk shop... It's not as though I've any reason to keep it a secret, at this point.

Do you usually have a reason?

[There could be a lot of reasons for that, from simple habit to vows of silence. His tone isn't judgmental but one of quite curiosity]

It's nothing big. [he shrugs a little, lips quirking back up into a smirk.]

Some people get nervous around those whom magic comes to easily, is all. If there's no reason for it to come up, I'd hardly want to force it.

It's not usually the first thing I mention myself, true.

[He usually didn't have to. The tattoos on his arms did that talking for him back home.

He spreads his arms a bit.]

Well, let's see if this proves effective. Unless you plan on joining me, I'd suggest you stand outside the circle, in the event it reacts adversely with you.

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