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Field Mission 7: The Queen of Hearts, Part 1
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![]() ![]() The day is met the way all others begin: the sun rises from the eastern stretch of land facing the sea, as the citizens of Emberwharf awaken to a fish market brimming with life and splendor. The same sun is seen in Ok'talar, where its warchief watches, as is tradition for its leader to be meditating under the warmth of its warm embrace. The clans of the Highlands pick up where they left off just yesterday, squabbling over minor infractions of land, marriage, or deals that have fell through. And in the cold clutches of Orrenvia to the north, people are bundling up and preparing to visit the mines at the base of the Spine of the World. The general news throughout the Kingdom of Fanelia is that today is a day of celebration. It marks the 110th anniversary of the coronation of its ruler, the Queen of Hearts. While some people around the outskirts of the citadel proper consider this as a day of mourning, many are called forth to partake in festivities, dining, and the accompaniment of the finest musicians from the far-reaching town of Peppelfen. For the last 110 years, the Queen has kept order and, somehow, relative peace throughout the kingdom she rules. Although open defiance and protest is met with swift justice and sentencing, no one can overlook how crafty and careful she is. Her manipulations resonate throughout the annals of the history of Fanelia, present in every major brokered deal throughout its vast land mass and diverse population. Her benevolent guidance is felt by all... as is her tyranny. She is a monarch of paradoxes: obsessed with control, but only acting for the betterment of the realm's self-preservation. Every passionate declaration of "OFF WITH HIS HEAD!" had been necessary up to this point; who else can steer and guide this world into prosperity than she herself? The horizon in the far off distance swirls with its usual tumultuous temper. A dark cloud surrounds the continent where Fanelia is located, known to all as "The Expanse." Every year, the border closes a little bit more inward, narrowing the lands and threatening the civilizations that reside on the fringes. Its presence encroaches, and with it, a general looming sense of fear that one day only the capital city will be left standing, protected by a magical bubble of pure radiant light that allows only those permitted by decree to enter. But none of you can remember your life before this illusion took hold. As far as you're concerned, you've been here your entire life. You don't notice that this farce, this world created by the usage of a Grand Relic, has only existed for a year. One whole year has passed since magic was cut loose from Faerun's fabric, and no one is any wiser that it's been gone at all. You look down to your wrist, noticing the same three clouded, empty colored crystals that have always been there since the day you were born. Each one bears the shape of a heart, and it makes sense to you why Lucretia is known as... 1. THE COURT OF HEARTS![]() A. ANOTHER MORNING, HOWEVER YOU SLICE IT Good morning! Where are you right now? Another day is creeping over the horizon, and your life as you know it is continuing down the path it always has. Wherever you are. However you're feeling. The crystals on your wrist, though you've managed to sort out at least one purpose for them by now, remain as dull and lifeless as they've always been. Maybe you've long since figured out that not everyone has them — and maybe today is the morning that you finally heed a call to figure out why. The harder you think about it, the more questions you seem to have. It's a wide world out there, and there are people you just might be dying to remember. Where will you go? Who will you run into? B. NETWORK Speaking of that one purpose you've stumbled upon: A series of messages that, if you choose to access them, dance across your mind as if they were your own thoughts. Over the years, the messages have ranged from confused — people on the other end wondering what this is, without really finding any answers — to just straight up sales pitches. One day, though, a message under the name of Avalon appears: Wandering fortune teller and adviser offering services. [ooc: If you'd like a randomized way for a memory to begin unraveling, feel free to hit up the RNG thread for a fortune! Note: A low roll doesn't necessarily mean a failure to nudge your character in the right direction, it will just dictate how cryptic and/or troll-y the fortune actually is. Or, feel free to come up with an unrelated fortune for a prompt.] C. AROUND THE CAPITAL One way or another, you may make your way to the capital city, the seat of the Court of Hearts. Whether you're here for answers, or whether you're here just to see the sights, here are a few ideas to get you started.
![]() D. EXPANDED WILDCARD As we mentioned in the OOC post, we highly encourage worldbuilding and creating your own scenarios to recover your character's lost memories! Outside of the capital city, the entire setting is yours to alter, and play in, as you see fit. Want to haunt the Enchanted Forest, or hunt wild boars? Want to follow your character's fairy tale story and have them work their way to leader of a clan, or of a settlement in Kingstown? Go for it! This is your story to write. If you have any questions, feel free to hit us up on the OOC post. blurb code by photosynthesis |
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Once she seems satisfied that she hasn't lost the other girl, she sticks her head into a knotted hole in the tree to retrieve her bracelet where she left it. ( What? It was getting too heavy for her to carry around everywhere. )
After a few moments of scrambling, her legs sticking awkwardly out of the hole as she yanks it free, she backs up and flutters over to Sayori to proudly present her bracelet with the same charm, ringing excitedly. ]
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She comes up on the tree as Natsuki starts to dig around inside it; her hands hover just beneath to catch her should her scrambling cause her to fall, but it turns out to be an unnecessary precaution. Sayori blinks a few times as the bracelet is held up, processing the sight.
And then, a gasp of delight as her fingers come up to lightly brush the pink quill charm.] You have one too! That's amazing!
Queen Monika of Uta has one too; do you think they came from the same set?
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She mimes looking around for something very animatedly, before looking back to Sayori. Where is this person she speaks of? ]
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But you'll know her if you see her! She has long brown hair and beautiful green eyes. [And also usually, like, a big time entourage. Royalty life.] Sometimes you can't see the bracelet under her gown, but it seems like she wears it most of the time.
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Not that she doesn't want to meet this person, but ... there had been something more interesting going on before she remembered about the bracelet. So, Natsuki delicately places her bracelet back in the tree for safekeeping, before turning back to Sayori to pat her stomach with a little jingle.
Food? ]
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[Though...
She peers into the hole of the tree.] Will it be safe there? I could hold it for you while we eat if you'd like!
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But ... Sayori seems trustworthy, so after a moment she pulls the bracelet out and flutters close to whatever sort of pocket or bag Sayori might have on her, looking up at her with a faint jingle. Is it okay to put it in here? ]
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She flutters back up closer to Sayori's head, ready to go back into the tavern -- although she does spare a quick glance back towards the pocket. ]
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She does see the way Natsuki looks back down, though, and taps the outside of the pocket in indication.] It's all buttoned up, don't worry!
[And she leads the way back to the tavern, grinning.] You'll have to show me on the menu what you'd like to eat! [Since she can't talk...]
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Natsuki nods, jingling on ahead of Sayori to stand on a table to claim it. It's busy, so someone approaches the table, but is quickly scared off by Natsuki ringing aggressively in his direction. ]
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[To be so tough when she's so small is admirable!]
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Sayori's giggles persist as she takes a menu and sets it down on the table.] Here, pick something and we'll share it!
[...pause.] Unless you can eat a whole dish yourself? That would be pretty amazing! [She is assuming smaller body means less food, but she also doesn't know much about fairies so maybe that's not true!]