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And now, for something a little different.
The town crier, now a centaur, had a bit of fascinating news for all those who would gather round to hear him. And you will gather round, because he seems to be one of the only ones who knows what’s going on. Some moments after you drank water this day, you may have noticed a sudden shift in body parts. Perhaps you have horse legs, or wings, or a horse tail, or extra eyes, maybe too few eyes, or perhaps hooves— A lot of creatures are part horse, aren’t they?
The town crier does his duty and tells you the tale. As it happens, a wizard of local dubious renown was seen fleeing the town early this morning. Long time locals knew this to be a sign of terribleness to come. At the scene of the crime was a discarded bucket with a sludgey residue inside. This was initially nothing that caused alarm. There were many buckets of sludge around town. Yet when the investigations began, the Mistress quickly deduced that the sludge was a horrific transmogrification potion.
She has called all suspicious persons to her castle for questioning. Ordinarily, she would allow this to slide. If the people of her town want to make one another miserable, then they are at liberty to do so. But, this was personal.
Your much beloved Mistress was looking rather more furry than usual. From head-to-toe she was covered in long, silky, fur— much befitting for the most beautiful yeti in all the land.
Will you answer her call? Are you stuck in some predicament that does not allow you to attend? Or have you lost your legs entirely?
[[OOC: The ooc for this event is over here]]
Early in the evening, the cold winds come to an abrupt end. The falling snow turns to warm summer rains. The temperature, quite alarmingly, raises forty degrees within an hour. The Snow Queen has been placated, it seems. The people of the village tear off their summer wools and clamor in the streets. Shouts of “Festival?” “A Festival!” ring out as villagers pull out tents and start fires for cooking.
You may be tempted to abandon your duties, chores, or possibly whatever strange hobby you have taken up to join them. You may even be forgiven for such indiscretion. The tavern rolls its barrels outdoors, promising a free drink for each bare leg you show off.
There’s rumor that the Mistress will hold a proper ceremony once the hero returns.