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WHO: Dorothea and you!
WHAT: General log for exploring the city/Firebrand’s Rise festivities
WHERE: Godsblood
WHEN: Anytime between newbie arrivals and the start of Rescue Mission
WARNINGS: None at the moment

i. Tourism - Open to oldbies willing to show her around/point out a safe place to stay

[It’s clear that Dorothea is most at ease when exploring the city. Having grown up amongst this sort of bustle, there is a comfort in the familiarity that allows her to relax here more than she has since first arriving in Horos.

As much of a comfort as it is, Godsblood is still wholly unfamiliar to her. Perhaps you have taken it upon yourself to help a little lost newbie familiarize herself with the city, or perhaps she’s come to you and asked you to show her around. Either way, you find yourself accompanying the diva through the city one cloudy afternoon.

Early on, their trek brings them to one of the numerous canals snaking through the city. Dorothea will pause for a moment beside it, watching as one small trading boat sails its way along. Then she’ll close her eyes with a wistful sigh.]

If I close my eyes and just listen to the sounds of the boats floating through the canal, I can almost pretend I’m back home in Enbarr.

ii. Haggling (badly) - OTA

[Once Dorothea manages to get herself a little pocket change, she finds herself browsing the markets one evening. A little confection stand set up for the festivities catches her attention, and what she hopes will be a quick exchange swiftly devolves into some heated haggling.

While she’s no stranger to the practice, she is somewhat rusty at it. The Bloodite merchant’s very forward and blunt ease at brushing off Dorothea’s attempts at negotiating throw her off, and it’s quite clear that it’s getting under her skin. It’s beginning to look like a losing battle for her to keep her cool.

Feel free to come to her rescue… or just laugh at her if it’s more your style!]

iii. Firebrand’s Rise - OTA

[In her brief time here, she’s taken note of some of the masked youths… getting into the spirit of the festival, shall we say. Usually some quick shouts amongst the crowds of the markets to make a stir before disappearing with varying levels of joviality. They are charming little disruptions for the most part.

Today Dorothea finds herself drawn to one such commotion near a small monument that is, fittingly, dedicated to the Firebrand. The festival has naturally brought forth a sizable crowd here, and a group of three particularly bold teenagers have decided to take advantage of that to cause a much bigger stir than she’s seen thus far. One of them has climbed the base of the monument to shout rebellious quips while their companions keep a lookout from below. While some in the crowd initially found the display to be an amusing exhibit of spirit, the masked youth’s shouts take a turn into outright dissent against the Regent, and the effect on the crowd is palpable.

Perhaps she recognizes your face in passing from her time at the Lodestone or perhaps she catches some concern on your features, but it’s enough to draw Dorothea to your side as this display goes on.

Just loud enough for you to hear over the growing commotion:] Do you think we should step in before this gets out of hand?

iv. Wildcard

I’ll roll with anything you might have in mind! If you have any questions, feel free to ping me on the discord or threethirteen!

Also feel free to use brackets or prose, I’ll match!

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[He is, at least, a very recognizable face.

He pauses, thoughtful at her question.] ... Necessity I suppose. My welcome wasn't really better than yours, but there were people who had come before me. [He gestures to the group around the lodestone.] Who helped me find my footing after being thrust in an entirely new world.

[He offers her a short reassuring smile.] I of course extend that hand to you. Don't feel rushed to take in more than you can handle, but I'm answer any questions I can about all of this.

[She flashes him an appreciative smile, quick and brief, before her expression takes a more thoughtful turn.]

Where to even begin? [She gives a short laugh, one that bordered on a sigh.] "Aions," perhaps? What they’re—we’re—capable of, our purpose here… That girl you fought—Misa? She said something about us being demigods.

[It’s hard for Dorothea to not feel skeptical of it all, and that much is clear in her voice. She shouldn't be one raised to such importance, not when there are so many more deserving.]

"Demigods" may be an exaggeration... though it's true as Aions we are vastly more powerful than the average person in Horos.

[He might just be used to a higher threshold of magic bullshit though.] As for what an Aion is... I suppose a magic being, born of a soul drawn from another world. The specifics of all of... that are something we don't know. But--have you noticed a piece of crystal embedded in your person?

[He twists slightly, pulling his collar down to give Dorothea a peek of the butterfly-cut crystal in the back of his neck--opalescent with the slightest purple sheen.]

[Dorothea isn’t keen on the idea of being burdened with power, particularly because that is what it has always been to her—a burdensome responsibility. Back home, her skills with magic made her strong, and she couldn’t in good conscience let that strength go to waste when she could use it to help when fighting swept over the continent. It appears she may be facing the same choice here in Horos.

Something to contend with later. She pushes the thought from her mind, nodding as Syrlya displays his crystal. Her hand goes up to lightly rest upon a spot just above her chest, where her own crystal sat just beneath her shirt.]

Yes… I had wondered about that. Truthfully, I’ve been a little afraid to touch it too much.

[He smooths his collar out, and straightens up.] That crystal is... in an essence, the core of your person as an Aion. So long as it remains intact, not even death appears to be permanent.

Generally, you should leave it right where it is. That's the safest place, as you cannot separate it from yourself for too long. The exception is some forms of magic, which... you may find yourself feeling weaker than you were before. That will pass, and whatever magic or augments you had will return with some time.

I suppose that explains why I couldn’t use my magic back there at the shrine. [She sounds thoughtful, and more than a little relieved. Her assumption had been that her exhaustion was the cause of it, and even if that was a contributing factor, this did make a certain amount of sense.

More important, however, is that earlier implication. Her brows furrow slightly.]

We’re immortal, then? [She can’t help some of the skepticism creeping into her voice, but considering everything she has seen and experienced here thus far, perhaps she shouldn’t be so surprised.] And what would happen to us if we were to “die,” so to speak? Simply shake it off, like it was nothing?

Hm--yes, I suppose we are. [That's... less conceptually weird to him, because his people are already probably technically immortal. But for those that age and die from it, that's probably a lot.] Or at least, the natural end of an Aion does not come so easily without damage to one's shard.

We've had a few, though... whose bodies could no longer hold form. Their death resulted in a full dissipation, leaving only the shard behind. Bringing it to one of the shrines allows us to reform, physically.

I can't tell you what happens if your shard is damaged, but I imagine it is much worse.

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