Event Nine.

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Thus, on Life’s gloomy sea, Heareth the marinere Voices sweet, from far and near, Ever singing in his ear, “Here is rest and peace for thee!”

t's a dark night, and the sounds of feet in the darkness are further dampened and hidden by even more magic, as they are lured away by the soft sounds of dreams that are too good to be true, leaving the Town much, much emptier than when it began. On one side, an island, and a ticking clock to a gruesome death. On the other, the slow realization that those bonds everyone has been forging might mean much, much more than they first thought. Welcome to Awash's ninth event log, everyone! Further information on this event can be found here at the OOC post. You are welcome to start your own posts or logs for this event as well. If there are any questions, please ask them here. Please be sure to very clearly mark where your characters are in your prompts, so people know which they can tag depending on which group they are in. Thank you!

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[lonered]

[That is some impressive optimism there. But Keith can appreciate the sentiment of it.]

Yeah, maybe.

[Sort of appreciate it. He's seeing what he can grab. If they can find somewhere dry it, any wood will eventually dry out enough to be lit. Keith pauses in his examination of what looks like a fishing net and looks up.]

Five months? I was in the first group that got dragged here. ...and we've definitely had things come attack us before. Dragging people off to an island is new. Usually it's the forest.

[oathkeeper]

Whoa, so you've been here a bit longer than me.

[Not by much more than him, but it's a pretty good indication how long they've all been away from their homeworlds for.

He kicks a rock and moves some dead pieces of wood, collecting what he can in his arms.]

Hmm. You think it's some sort of pattern? I'm glad we got patrols set up.

[lonered]

Patrols are good. But whatever happened here... looks like they got past the patrols.

[So how do they handle that exactly?]

There might be a pattern. It's almost a cycle, right? Things happen pretty regularly, some worse than others. But there's always something new. And always related to some fairytale or mythological stuff.

[oathkeeper]

Yeah, but it's not like we could patrol under the water this time...

[It sucks. Mermaids were supposed to be cool, not human-hungry monsters.]

I always thought it was like we're in some sort of storybook. Because there's so much fairytale stuff it's almost like we're going through chapters.

[And towards some sort of bigger climax of the story? Who knows.]

[lonered]

True. And I don't think we really expected... well.

[Carnivorous monster merfolk. But maybe they should have.]

Murder mermaids. ...murdermaids.

[He'll leave quipping to his teammates honestly. He's not good at it.]

It feels like that. Too bad most fairytales are pretty messed up and violent.

[So they're definitely in for it. As evidenced by everything.]

[oathkeeper]

[At least Keith's attempt at an adequate name for the sirens has Sora laughing some.]

These aren't anything like the mermaids I've met. So yeah, murdermaids is about right.

[He picks up some more chucks of sad looking wood.]

Think we can try to build a fire with this stuff?

[lonered]

I've never met mermaids... but my friend Lance has, and judging by what he said about them, these aren't like the ones he's met either.

[The sirens are by far the worst sort of merperson.]

If we can dry it out, yeah. If it's damp, that's going to make even getting a flame lit pretty tricky.

[oathkeeper]

[This is all they got for now so Sora is going to try his best to get a fire going. As they head back Sora starts to set up a meagre pile of the most burnable stuff and then gets to work.]

Alright, let's try this! Fire!

[Sora uses a low-tier fire spell. Flames erupt from his hand and he tries to ignite the wood. It's an offensive spell so while he's used a low-level one it still sets off a rather big whoosh.]

[lonered]

...hey! That's pretty great.

[Magic. Keith will never understand it, but it definitely has its uses. He watches to see if the wood will take. It's damp, so it's hardly going up like an inferno. But still, as the spell fades he's pretty sure something is at least smoldering.]

I think that's a start.

[oathkeeper]

[Sora even tries to get down on his knees to blow some air on the smouldering wood.]

Come on... [Puff. Puff!!] You can do it...!!

[Cheering on that little fire will work, right?]