[EVENT] In the Wings Epilogue

Posted 10 months ago :: Last edited 10 months ago by junijwi

The wilderness of Orrison is not to be underestimated-- but neither are the explorers of Orrison, either. Many are ravenous in their pursuit of wealth or discovery-- with an appetite that could inspire, or strike fear into, the hearts of others.


Orry seems quite satisfied with progress, in his own way. Those who know him well might even say he's excited-- even as his expression hardly falters, his normally hidden halo appears in brief flashes at the mention of certain pieces of news.


Petrel on the other hand seems quite vexed-- again, in his own way. Those who know him well would say that he's being even more irritating and vague than normal. What more could there possibly be to find out there?

In any case, for the remainder of the month, Orry and Petrel are open for questioning! Respond to their respective comments to start a thread, using your own characters to write queries in character. Talk sprites are not required. You can ask questions in simple text chat roleplay, or by writing out literature roleplay responses. They will try to reply every few days, though we ask for patience if there are a lot of threads ongoing! You can finish your own thread at any time by replying with -end-, or a moderator may do the same if they feel that the thread has hit the end of useful information. You can only have one active thread at a time, but by ending a current thread, you can start a new thread with new characters or questioning a new NPC.



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Orry can be found in the eastern camp, a safe distance from the spire's lake, but still close enough to see the crystal and its waters. One can choose to approach him at his tent early in the morning or late at night, at the camp cook fire in the evening, or in the surrounding wilds during the day.

2021-11-21 23:57:28 (Edited 2021-11-21 23:59:56)

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Alco couldn't exactly say that the expedition had been a place that he necessarily wanted to be. He'd followed some of the reporters from the paper out to it at the urging of his mother, largely to see if there was anything particularly pertinent to their interest to be gleaned here. He doubted it, but he wouldn't deny the request.

That had been what had sent him out here, bundled up likely more than he needed to be to try to mask some of his hairlessness. Looking off-putting as he did didn't exactly help with business. He approached Orry during the day, his tail swishing behind him as he picked his way over to the other rrex in the wilds. It was easier, in his opinion, to get honesty when a whole camp wasn't breathing down your neck.

"Hey. Orry, was it?" he called as he approached, his eyebrows raising slightly. He gestured slightly to himself when he was sure that the other rrex was paying attention. "Alco." He paused and looked around a moment, his whiskers twitching.

"What do you think of how the expedition went?"

2021-11-24 09:09:24

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Orry turned and tilted his head as Alco approached, the silhouette of the other bundled rrex obscuring who or what exactly was approaching him for the first few moments. The short rrex reached up to draw his goggles up onto his brow, revealing bright blue eyes.

"It was a little chaotic," he replied cooly, apparently having no issues being blunt nor sharing his opinion. "But I would prefer randomness over bias in any survey."

He lowered his goggles over his eyes having taken in Alco's face, then peered off towards the spire.

"Many have thrown caution to the wind, but things are progressing much more rapidly because of it. Or perhaps caution has been abandoned because things are already moving too quickly. What do you think, between the two?"

2021-11-26 01:16:14 (Edited 2021-11-26 01:16:33)

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Truthfully, Orry reminded Alco of some of the khieraa he had met. There were things about him that were clearly rrex, of course, but his large ears weren't one of them. He flicked his own tail behind him before looking out at the spire, as if he might see what had Orry's attention.

He shrugged, even though he knew Orry wasn't looking at him. "I think it's a bit of a farefowl and the egg situation. S'a bit of both. They feed into each other, you know. I'd guess that it started because people abandoned caution and got results for it but that they keep doing it because things are moving quickly."

He was quiet for a moment, watching the other rrex out of the corner of his eye. He twitched his whiskers and looked away again.

"The abandonment of caution is perhaps a poor idea, though. I can't imagine it's a good idea to delve into the irradiated wilds recklessly," he said, speaking slowly as if he was thinking his words over as he said them. "I am glad that no one got seriously hurt. Do you think most have any idea what they might be searching for?"

2021-12-01 15:33:02


The sun had just started to dip below the horizon by the time Andrei clambered off the back of a rented vexmyth. Even with a hint of lingering snowblindness it’s easy to find Orry’s location via the plume of smoke that wafts off of the campfire, as is the smell of something other than wet earth and stale pemmican. The fire’s heat is so pleasant compared to the frozen wastelands near the mountains.

He sits right in front of the fire and warms his numb hands, attempting to look casual- even if the rrex’s progenitor is no longer around, the resemblance between him and his father is enough to command respect. The urge to scratch his unshaven face is so great that he wants to break out his knife and shave it off right here, but he composes himself.

“It’s not every day that an expedition of this magnitude happens. In fact, has something this massive even happened since the early return years? Must be something important that you’re searching out there for, Orry.”

2021-11-24 21:18:34

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Even as Orry sits, his posture is rigid, his gaze is focused. The quivering tip of his tail is the only sign of immaturity as he observes the bustle around the camp-- the crowd is much larger than what he's adjusted to, and he hones his attention in order to keep from being overwhelmed.

The smallest flicker of a halo betrays his surprise when Andrei addresses him, as if one might be surprised if a chair spoke. But the rider was much more important than furniture-- no, he was the perfect picture of a rugged and experienced adventurer. Orrys' ears tilt forward, attentive to Andrei.

"I suppose it would not be remiss to consider this a milestone." He agrees slowly, as if every word is to be considered carefully. "Though, apologies as I must correct you in that it's not what I'm looking for, but what I'm not looking for. Or, it is more accurate to say, it's not what I'm hoping to find, but what I'm hoping to find none of." His teeth scrape together gently in irritation at himself, like he's not quite satisfied with how he expressed himself.

"I can imagine that you've had your share of run ins with wild daemons, Migaras?"

2021-11-26 01:29:26

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Explorers and researchers scampered to move aside as the sunrise-orange vexmyth landed in the eastern camp early in the morning. A large battle-worn Rrex dismounted from it’s back, patting the creature’s side before making his way to Orry’s tent.

With a scratch at the tent’s canvas to make known his presence, the large Rrex entered.


“Glory, Son of Aelius? My name is Gervask.”

Gervask gave a short bow of his head as a polite gesture before straightening to his full height once more, glowing red wings and horn halo proudly displayed.

“I’ve heard the search goes well, that you’ve succeeded in traveling quite a distance.” As he continued, Gervask’s eyes discerningly scanned the interior of the tent. “You’ve been quite successful in garnering attention around your searches… Gathered many allies.”

After appraising the tent’s contents, Gervask’s eyes fell back upon Orry. “Tell me, what benefit has your alliance with the prophet Petrel been during your search? It seems a strange choice of companionship considering the prophet’s history.” An almost quizzical smile crossed Gervask’s face, as if he found the concept of Petrel in general amusing to some degree.

2021-11-24 22:22:58 (Edited 2021-11-24 22:25:55)

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Petrel can be found in the newly erected western camp set up in the plains to the west of the spire's lake. Tall grass has been trampled down to create a little clearing, where tents are stretched over dugouts in a very chimoraa fashion. One can choose to approach him at his tent in the afternoon, at the lake in the evening, or be simply going about their own tasks near the camp or in the wilds where Petrel can ambush them himself.

2021-11-21 23:59:28 (Edited 2021-11-22 00:00:00)

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Caspian was lured to the area by the promise of uncharted land and the discoveries that might be made here. She was one of many explorers to flood the area, though, and she'd be lying if she said her explorations had uncovered anything noteworthy thus far. Each map she's completed feels like a failure bouncing against her hip. She's never been one for mediocrity.

She's mostly avoided the more well-combed areas, forging her own path through the untouched fields and ruins, skirting the lake and the broken ribs of the Spire. But tonight, she sits beside an oil lamp and balances a half-drawn map on her knees. Easier to chart when she doesn't have to watch her own back, and easier still with a camp full of like-minded explorers to do the watching. She dips one claw in the inkwell beside her, scratching small lines over the page.

2021-11-22 17:59:45

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"What happens when your hand falters?" Petrel pipes up from behind Caspian's elbow, almost begging to get his nose bashed in. Said nose twitches at the earthy, resinous smell of ink, and his eyes are fixed not on the paper but on the stained black claw of Caspian's hand. Almost as an afterthought, he crooks a grin at the rrex, chin resting on his palm, the supporting hand's elbow crooked into his other crossed arm.

"No choice but to forge onwards, of course! But amended or anew? And how long until perfection? When is perfect perfect enough?"

2021-12-01 22:06:54

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Caspian chitters in startled displeasure, tails twisting like snakes behind her. Her claw scrapes a sharp, wide line across the shore she'd been charting. She grinds her teeth grimly. Some mistakes can be overlooked; this one is obtrusive enough to warrant a new map entirely. Her narrowed gaze slides to the chimoraa.

She hadn't expected the prophet himself to find her, but she supposes it makes sense that he would. The gossip she's gathered has painted an eccentric picture of him. As she mulls his questions over, she quirks a brow.

"I have but one imperfect hand. I do not fear its faltering. I've faced the dawn before. I will again," she says, furling the parchment with little care for its still-wet ink.

To illustrate her point, she pulls a new scroll from the bag at her hip. She takes longer to consider his latter questions, wonders if they're genuine or idle jabs. Maybe there's no difference when it comes to the young prophet. She bares her teeth in a too-wide, rueful smile.

"A traveler knows when the road ends," she answers wryly, "and I've traveled more than most."

She falls silent for a moment, sizing Petrel up. She has no gift of omniscience, no magic at all. For all Caspian knows, this whelp was guided to her by some preordained fate. Does he rely on his visions? He must, to have declared war on only their potential. What is his sight, but a gilded cage?

"Are you a mirror or a portrait, little prince?" She asks.

2021-12-06 00:23:32

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Duska had been having an unfortunate time post-search. His plates and bones had a deep-seated itch to them ever since (mostly) recovering from fysa poisoning. His own dreams had been plagued with sea water and the ravenous earth, to say little of the dreams he's seen of other searchers. Prismarisma, his new buddy, had been sticking around lately and seemed to be interested in returning to Ynochrin with him. They were away at the moment, having made vague gestures towards the tent.

Duska, though, was sat by a fire. It was dark out but the light from the flames illuminated the carving knife and small piece of wood in his hands. There he sat, whittling away some sort of figure and trying to ignore the aches of his body as it seemingly changed and recovered. The seat next to him, open and warm.

2021-11-24 22:23:48 (Edited 2021-11-25 00:49:12)

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"Do you ever think about how roots look like branches?"

Petrel spoke with the confidence of someone who was used to being listened to-- or perhaps, he didn't mind if he was ignored. He raised an eyebrow at Duska as he dropped into the open seat, crossing his short legs over one another and leaning back on one hand.

With his other he gestured into the air, making a reverse grasping motion that might've been like a flower opening or a tree growing.

"Old wisdom says if you unearth a tree and flip it over, its branches turn into roots and its roots turn into branches." He finally actually looked at Duska, expression serious for a rare moment. "But then it spews fysa, instead of cleansing it. Interesting, no?" He glanced the other chimoraa up and down, and clicked his tongue, reaching reluctantly to his hip for a small flask and then holding it out towards Duska.

Petral gave it a few enticing little shakes.

"You look like you could use a drink."

2021-12-01 22:14:18

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