🏝️ dulces sueños group excursion! 🏝️

[hearthwarming]

🏝️ who: intrepid adventurers (vacationers?) and more!
🏝️ what: ori organized (origanized?) a group trip to the resort! mass memshare ensues.
🏝️ when: fall 9-10
🏝️ where: dulces sueños resort
🏝️ warnings: threads will be marked as needed for memshares.

[ Hopefully everyone had fun on the Arco Lunar! The morning after the boat departs from the docks, a letter arrives to your mailbox: ]

Hello, intrepid adventurer!

I am excited to have you along for a group excursion to the mysterious new island! In two days' time, let us gather in the town square and set off from there! Please be prepared to stay the night. It will be so fulfilling and memorable for everyone to spend a night on an adventure together!

If you have any questions or concerns, please come find me at my flower shop in town or at the forest farm where I live!

Sincerely,
Oriphi

[ If she accidentally delivered it to a few wrong mailboxes, then... Oops!

On the promised day, once everyone (and likely a few surprise tag-alongs) has gathered or been gathered, Ori distributes little paper bags of snacks to everyone. Inside are cookies, oat snacks, and a freshly-picked apple from her and M-21's orchard. Do with them as you please... Just don't let her catch you throwing it into the sea or something. 🥺 ]

Alright. I think we should head out, then! Thanks for coming along, everyone! I hope it'll be a great time. Oh, and please don't forget to drink plenty of water and use this incredible ointment I discovered on this island! It's called "sunscreen!" Tieflings don't really get sunburnt, but you should use it!

[ And with that our intrepid adventurers set off to the mysterious, dangerous, unknowable... resort island! ]

( This is the ill-fated mass extinction memshare event. Please refer to the event for details on the resort and the plotting post for any specific details for characters' memshares! There are toplevels for each area of the resort (and for the memshare). Enjoy! )

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[chronosynthesis]

[If anything, your heart and Syrlya's align perfectly in this one thing: the absolute refusal to give up to this god. No matter the pain. No matter the torment. Physical wounds can't break your resolve.

The words are harsh, and although it all Adelis the sentiment isn't completely unshared. But unfortunately, all that heart in the world can do nothing against raw power.

In your weakened state, you can't prevent the blade that slices through your leg below the knee, so deep it breaks the bone and almost servers it. You can't stop your body from falling into the flames still licking the ground, burning anew the edges of your skin. In the blinding pain, your focus goes out.

And then it comes back. Everything is so hot. Balthazar stands closer, but he isn't looking at you.

It's hard to think straight.

"... come to defend her champion..."

Other feelings press against yours, familiar--not Sylvari. Something else. Full of worry, grief, determination.

A jolt runs through your body, a desperate attempt to control your limbs and mouth. But the only thing that comes out of your mouth is ash. It hits you, then.

This was a trap. It was a trap. You were truly nothing under the eyes of a god because you were just bait. To draw her out.

Your voice fights again, this time against your own control.] No, Au--[a harsh cough claims your words and your head continues to spin in panic. She needs to run she needs to run she needs to run. Leave you to die, it doesn't matter, she has no chance of standing against--

Your focus returns again, and everything is too still. The flames have tempered down, but your body is still broken. Balthazar stands over you, his smug expression absolutely ugly in your eyes before they blur.

Then focus on the glade he lifts, angles right over your chest.

"And now, you die."

It plunges down into your chest.

The last thing you feel isn't the blade, not even the grief.

Its your own sense of self, slipping away from your grasp.

And then you're gone.]