Event Ten.

[awashmods]

Little Willie, mean as hell, Pushed his sister in a well. Mother said, while drawing water, "My, it's hard to raise a daughter."

t's pretty dark and miserable down in the well. The cavernous area feels much larger than a well should be, bodies milling about in the darkness and knee deep, frigid water. So you're here -- and you're not alone, and the only way out appears to be the thin circle of sunlight from above, the opening of the well. (And elsewhere, in the Town, everyone's waking up to gifts of various usefulness, but hopefully they remember to check the well today even so!) What now? Welcome to Awash's tenth event log, and the intro log for this month, everyone! All new characters have found themselves waking in the well in the middle of the Town. Hopefully they can get a hand out! For more information, please go here! Meanwhile, the current characters have some new gifts. If there are any questions, please ask them here, and have fun! Thank you!

Comments

[scriptive]

Oh! Of course. My vocabulary and my magical energy.

[troubadamsel]

O thank the gods, something reasonable.

[... whoops. hadn't meant to let that slip.]

[scriptive]

Is...magic here not usually reasonable?

[ ??? ]

[troubadamsel]

It's usually not so... well. Godlike.

[scriptive]

Oh! I mean, I wouldn't call my magic that...I'm actually a pretty average mage.

[ just a versatile one ]

[troubadamsel]

Trust me, in certain realms, you'd be far above average. My word, I can see warlords in mine fighting over such a power!

[scriptive]

T-that's kind of you to say! But really, I know way stronger people...actually, in the guild I come from, I'd say we have some genuine monster-strength level mages?

[troubadamsel]

... Did they happen to come with you?

[scriptive]

No, not so far as I can tell. And, um, if Erza or Natsu or the others were here, it'd be reaaally obvious.

[ they have a penchant for property damage. ]

[troubadamsel]

I see... a pity.

[She then draws herself up.]

... Regardless, it must be said - your talents will come in very handy, and I have no doubts that we will be grateful for your help.

[scriptive]

I hope to help! I'm Levy, Levy McGarden. And you are?

[ it's nice to meet you, maribelle ]

[troubadamsel]

[A hand to her chest, a bow.]

I am Maribelle. Despite the circumstances, it's a pleasure to meet you.

[scriptive]

Same here! But, um...you implied you have magic, too?

[troubadamsel]

With my staff, I can heal. And with my tomes, I can use offensive magic, lightning, wind, and fire.

[scriptive]

Oh! I'd love to see it at work sometime, if you don't mind? I love seeing new kinds of magic...!

[troubadamsel]

I don't see why not. The more we know of everyone's skills, the easier it'll be to rely on each other for battle.

[scriptive]

In that case, call me up for your next practice! Unless you can demonstrate now, I mean.

[troubadamsel]

[She shakes her head.]

My tools are at my residence, and without them, I'm rather helpless.

[scriptive]

[ well, that's okay! ] Another time, then! Speaking of...I think I ought to go find mine. I'll speak with you later?

[ b/c october is coming

and also captcha, a little less immediately ]