EVENT #2: HEARTS LIKE YOURS (ACHAMOTH)

[aionmods]

Achamoth

A DEITY'S WELCOME

After only a day or two on the river, the newly christened Kenoma will arrive in the city of Achamoth. The architecture is the more striking things about it, as if its skyline has been built up and constantly improved over many centuries. It's clear from even the riverside view that there is an artistic tendency towards building humanoid shapes into the supports and detailing of structures here, creating the strange effect of placing hundreds of silhouettes in your peripheral vision. If you ask the sailors why its like that, they will simply say it's the way its always been. Any metaphorical seed was planted long before anyone here was born.

The Citadel can be seen even from the entrance of the city, a towering spiral that looms over the rest of the land around it, lit from within by various magical energies. That's your destination, you are told. Soon, you will be passed into the care of the Citadel's staff, and will be sure to meet with city's elites not long after.

They aren't wrong. When you show up at the port closest to the Citadel, the street are always lined with people waiting to greet you. It's easy to recognize now how diverse the population of Horos can be, with many of those waiting showing off unusual heights, colors, and appendages, though appearances that are typically 'human' are still the most common. Most of them wear dark outfits with a gothic flare, with mask-like facial adornments apparently being fashionable. They cheer and chant as you come down from the boat, tossing flower petals and small gemstones onto the path you walk upon. This continues all the way to the Citadel.

Once you are inside, up winding paths of stairs, you will be shown to your new quarters to rest. You're each assigned a lavish bedroom with servants stopping by ever so often, offering to bring you food, clothing, or other items of comfort. There are a variety of soaps in your room's private bath. You are told that if you take a liking to any individual servant that you may claim them as your permanent retainer, though you are not required to. Their dispositions range from euphoric to be serving you to quiet and shy, but there is a notable lack of resentment.

After about a day of rest, you will be brought an official invitation by one of the servants. Apparently, the Regent has requested your presence for supper that evening. It is not optional.

THE FEAST

A few hours before suppertime, one of the servants will arrive to take you 'clothes shopping' for something appropriately formal to wears for your meeting with the Regent. In practice, this means taking you to one of several changing rooms filled with costly formal wear. The styles and sizes are diverse, which makes sense when you are informed that they are a collection of offerings from local weavers and seamstresses, some of which have been waiting for an owner for quite some time. From an Earthly point of view, there is a wide spectrum of cultural aesthetics, though most of them lean towards the same dark colors and gothic sensibilities that you saw the citizens of Achamoth wearing. Headpieces and artistic masks are plentiful, but not mandatory though the servant will tell you they are in vogue. A servant will be able to make alterations to your clothing with magic to achieve a proper fit.

After that, you have a couple more hours to prepare before you are invited to a lounge-like area for pre-meal drinks. You can get almost any kind of cocktail you can imagine, including some you can't, and will be allowed to chat each other up for about an hour before the feast begins. Some small appetizers are available, and soft, rhythmic music plays in the background. If you look for her, Xishen is present as well, dressed in a black evening gown with golden accents that flicker like stars in the night sky, her long hair pinned up into a messy bun and decorated with hair-sticks. As usual, she seems to be avoiding company for the moment, though she is keeping an eye on everyone. Perhaps she's counting heads to make sure there are no stragglers.

When the time arrives, two huge doors are opened, leading you into a room that looks like a mixture of a dining room and a cathedral. Ahead of you, three long takes are connected together in the shape of a triangle, with a large throne positioned at the point furthest into the room; it is presently empty. You'll be instructed to take a seat, basking in the multicolored flames of the candles and torches lighting the room. As you find your places, all seats will be filled except for the throne up front, with Xishen at its side. All you can do now is await your host.

[Mealtime interactions with the Regent can be threaded here. They will arrive right after the first course has been served.]

EXPLORATION

Having survived supper with the Regent, the next few weeks are essentially yours to plan. Though the Regent indicates that there is work for you to do on the Horizon, for now your orders are to simply rest and prepare. You'll have access to the Citadel's armory to acquire any basic armor or weaponry you could need; though none of what's on offer seems to be enchanted, it is undoubtedly the work of a master. Clothing is much the same as it was for the formal wear you picked out, though you will find there are more practical offerings available as well. If you don't find anything to your tastes, you are also welcome to go out on the town with a generous allowance from the Regent's own coffers.

Clothing isn't the only thing you can get out in the city, though. While there are material goods of many kinds available, the most tempting thing for many residents is the raw hedonism of the city's entertainment district. It has just about anything you could imagine, from day spas to gambling to brothels, and none of it is contained by the burden of law. Any Achamite entertainment seen as too intense to face daylight would certainly not be for the faint of heart.

The locals haven't had enough time to recognize the city's new Aions on sight, but if they see your shard or or any other sign of your status, you are bound to attract a lot of attention. You're a celebrity in these streets, and while it can get you plenty of favors or even unsolicited offerings, it can also be quite overwhelming. In many cases, Achamite's religious fervor exceeds their survival instinct, at least in terms of the ones most likely to bother you. They will back off if threatened by you, but they will take politeness as an invitation to continue.

When leaving the Citadel, a servant will usually try to accompany you, though they will stay behind if you order them to do so. They insist that it will be easier for you to get around with a dedicated guide, but in the end you're the one in charge.

QUESTIONS

How does my character picking a retainer work?
All Kenoma are offered the opportunity to take on an NPC retainer after arriving at the Citadel. This retainer will be an NPC created and played by you. They will be available day and night to attend to your character's needs. These servants understand the Regent largely from a religious perspective and will not have any outspoken anti-Regent sentiments, though they may or may not be nervous about their new master. Generally speaking, though, this is in a new job jitters sort of way, as working in the Citadel is considered to be a job of great cultural and religious significance. They want to do a good job! You are free to develop your retainer's personality and relationship with your character. If your character (or you) are not interested in having a personal retainer, they will instead be served by a rotation of unattached servants.

How much money are Kenomas given for shopping?
They will be given an emerald's worth in jools, which is 1000 units. This is about how much a minimum wage worker makes in two months. They will continue receiving spending money on a monthly basis, though the Citadel itself will take care of all of their needs. On an OOC level its safe to say that average city expenditures will be covered by the money they are given, though they are welcome to invest that money in making more money if they have to skills to do so.

What sorts of things are there in the entertainment district? Is anything illegal?
Almost everything is legal in Achamoth when it comes to entertainment, and there is not much government oversight in the way anything is run. This means that most 'entertainment' you can imagine is both present and largely unregulated, and it doesn't need to be underground on account of how permissive Achamite law is. Brothels, drugs, and even bloodsport are all fair game... technically, participants in brothels and bloodsports must be willing but that 'consent' can be pretty nebulous. 'Extreme' bloodsport is generally hush hush (those that are particularly graphic and unpleasant, or basically torture) and behind closed doors mostly just to avoid causing a fuss.

The one thing there is official rulings on, straight from the Regent, is the enforcement of 'age of consent' and laws against child abuse. Children are generally not allowed to participate in those skeevier activities and there is a cultural expectation for people to raise their children properly, though this still goes wrong fairly frequently. It's just one of the things that is actually punished. Adults, however, have fewer innate protections.

Comments

[aionpcs]

There's a soft sound from the Regent that is almost like a laugh.

"An earnest yet narrow minded appraisal," they say. "Did you not hear what the Kenoma would ask of us? What must be done to see the world remade? You hold the choice of a small handful in such high regard... and yet, for our work to be complete, you must deny untold multitudes their choice. To choose the end, despite the countless souls that would beg to live on no matter how much suffering their existence causes."

"To follow the Kenoma is to accept that this is a choice that must be made on the cosmos's behalf. This moral stance you've taken is one of pure hypocrisy."

[baltimores]

He frowns at the Regent's response, their points being something that had never once crossed his mind. Amos is silent for a moment, turning their words over in his head, trying to figure out how to conflate his own feelings with what he's been told.

Turns out he can't. It's a reminder for him — as confident as he is that he's on the right side, he's still bad at making these sorts of judgment calls. He's got a track record of fucking up when he tries to make his own choices; here it is on display again.

"Guess it is. I dunno if it's a moral stance so much as knowing what they were going through," he says, shrugging. The concept he's thinking of is empathy: something he's capable of applying on a personal level, incapable in any abstract sense, and doesn't think he's capable of at all. So. This is a weird one for him now.

Amos blinks back up at the Regent, expression smoothing out into something neutral. "I'm not exactly used to making big calls. Like, the kind of thing that's gonna affect untold multitudes. Hadn't even thought of that, honestly. But I hear you."

There's the apology, plainly delivered. The Regent knows better than he does, than he ever will; if he wants to get this right — and he does — then he needs to listen to them. Apply that logic whenever he feels the need to reverse engineer the decision-making behind an order.

There's this small sense coming from the back of his mind that all of this feels counterintuitive to what those he held in high regard back home would have said, but they're all dead now, so it doesn't matter. That this goes against what the Pleroma he'd talked to, had respected, in the cavern had said. But he also knows that the Kenoma is inherently, intrinsically correct, so that's kinda it for any opposing arguments, isn't it. Any weight they may ever hold pales in comparison. So. That's that, then. Lesson learned — and Amos gets the sense that it's an important one, so it's one he's gonna hold close.

[aionpcs]

"Then trust in the experience of those that have fought this battle far longer... the wisdom of Xishen and myself."

As the Regent says this, Xishen looks faintly uncomfortable, continuing pick at her food as she avoids eye contact with everyone at the table.

"Our goals are one in the same," the Regent goes on. "You need not guide the path, only protect those that do."

[baltimores]

Amos' gaze flickers over to where Xishen is at the mention of her name. His eyes narrow slightly, picking up on that discomfort and having no idea what it's about. He's pretty sure he doesn't like her. But if the Regent says she's to be listened to, then he will.

At least until the next time, if there is one. Because he's got a better sense of how things should proceed, now — but if she does something truly objectionable within these new confines, then. Who knows.

He blinks back up to the Regent, immediately passive once again as his eyes fill with understanding. Maybe something deeper than that, because what the Regent's told him to do is essentially how he's lived his life, his exact methodology to make sure he's on the right side of things.

Amos nods. "I will," he says, voice taking on a solemn tone. Don't guide. Protect. There's nothing the Regent could have said that could possibly be more in his wheelhouse, so he'll do exactly that.