lostcarnival | ⇨ THE WYLDLANDS

Entry tags:

⇨ THE WYLDLANDS

Who: Everyone pursuing the Huntsman.
When: Day 134 - Day 140
Where: The Wyldlands
What: Working as scouts from the Summer armies, the carnival makes a dangerous trek into the Wyldlands to find the Huntsman, defeat him, and save the Ringmaster from the Hunt. The day descriptions below are an outline, and details may change based on actions earlier in the week. Overall, though, it will keep the same general locations. You can make up encounters with Wylderkin at any time.
Warnings: Probably violence and gross Huntsman stuff.

HUNTING THE HUNTER↴

Upon first arriving in the Wyldlands, the carnival will find themselves in a scene much like the picture above - strange mountain ranges rise up around them, while thick forest cling to the land between. Every so often, giant silhouettes of Wyld Fae will fly overhead. Thankfully, the Summer Fae have picked an area with plenty of cover to hide in to begin their infiltration, and as the carnival is arriving via teleporation, there will be squadrons of Summerland and Summer Court Fae spreading out and concealing themselves within the trees. They will be following the carnival's trail as they move deeper into the Wyldlands, looking for their guidance to avoid the maw of the Hunt.

The carnival Supervisors will be given several golden scrolls that unfurl into small light elementals. These will transmit information between the Summer armies and the carnival at speeds similar to sending a text message. They takes various forms, but most of them are abstract motes of light with wings and tails. When delivering messages, they take the form and voice of whoever gave the message, like a custom hologram that disappears immediately after finishing.

After the carnival has been debriefed one more time, they will be sent off ahead to begin their scouting duties. Through a mixture of augury and expertise, the Summer Fae have narrowed down an area the Huntsman should be, as well as designated a general route that will mostly have ground cover. Who knows if it will stay that way, though, with how quickly the Wyldlands change. Much like in the Summer Court, time here is subjective - all sense of time varies between individuals, and the only solid way of knowing when a day is over is to have the light from the sky disappear. All time pieces will perform erratically while here.

The carnival will still need to eat and rest, as well, which means that they will have to figure out the best times to set up camp. They have sufficient rations, at least.

► DAY 134: The carnival heads deeper into the forest on the first day of their scouting mission, told to head for a giant tree that they can see on the horizon. Apparently, this tree is a landmark that will remain consistent for the time being. Someone will have to check above the canopy every so often to keep everyone on target, which risks gaining the attention of flying Wyld Fae. There are plenty of Wylderkin around (lesser Wyld Fae that behave more like standard fantasy animals) but overall the journey through this section will not be hugely perilous, as long as they remain cautious and hidden. There will be a Megathread on this day, dealing with some optional and only mildly important Summer Court NPC interactions.

► DAY 135: Early during the next day of travelling, the forest will begin to fill with more and more magical fungi until giant shrooms have almost completely replaced the trees. At first they will seem innocuous, but as their presence becomes more inescapable, it will gradually become apparent than many of the mushrooms are poisonous to the touch - and eating them will be far worse! Those with empathetic connections to plants may be able to determine which are poisonous and which aren't, while some fungi may even have beneficial effects, if they get lucky enough to find and identify them. Generally speaking, though, there are few non-plant creatures around here, due to the fact that everything is toxic, including the swampy water that covers large sections of the ground. There will be no mod directed interactions during this period, besides handling general investigations.

► DAY 136: During the middle of this day, the carnival will finally reach the giant tree. On one hand, the plant-life has become relatively safe again. On the other, the giant tree is the lair of several neutral Wyld Fae who probably won't like the carnival's presence. On the other other hand, maybe those Wyld Fae might be willing to help or offer them directions? It's up to the group to decide if they want to attempt diplomacy, or to stealth past the tree and find their own way. There will be a Megathread on this day, based on however the team decides to handle it.

► DAY 137: Past the area surrounding the big tree, the lush foliage of the forest will begin degrading until nothing is left but dark naked trunks filled with glowing pods of various sizes. It's here that those with a connection to the Hunt will start to get a sense of the Huntsman's presence, and will be drawn in a vague direction. Unfortunately, this will also be their first major brush with the Hunt itself. Hunt patrols skirmish with neutral Wyld Fae in this forest, and the collateral damage of their warfare can be seen all over. The carnival will want to either map out a path through the trees that the fighting can be avoided for the sake of the Summer troops, or give them enough data to be able to handle the threat. How this portion goes will partly depend on the outcome of the previous day's Megathread.

► DAY 138: The forest will open up into the beginnings of a mountain range, with flowing water, luminescent plant life, and the occasional cluster of crystals sprouting from the earth. There are large parties of Hunt controlled Wyld Fae patrolling this area, and so making it through will require careful navigation. As the path becomes more and more mountainous, it will be possible to find routes that mostly avoid the patrols - this information will need to be communicated back to the Summer troops. There will be a Megathread here dealing with a Hunt patrol encounter.

► DAY 139: The mountains will continue to steepen, and the crystal formations will grow more huge and consistent. The air is always cloudy, and the air condition is bad, making it harder to breathe. Weather will become more and more unfavorable the higher into the mountains the carnival gets, with cold winds and lightning that frequently strikes the crystals and causes them to send out bursts of destructive energy. Paths will occasionally crumble. There is still a heavy Hunt presence, here, though they keep to safer trails - the best way to avoid them may indeed be taking the most dangerous routes. It's probably better than being mauled to death by beasts, though. Some distant mountain tops look like the might be volcanoes. There is almost no plant-life here, besides the most stubborn of brambles. By this point, the pull of the Huntsman has grown much stronger.

► DAY 140: The sky clears enough to show a deep red skyline. Barren cliffs are punctuated with rivers of lava, and paradoxically vibrant trees and foliage in erratic spurts. The those in the carnival with a connection to the Hunt will find themselves drawn to a valley in the center of the rocks, absolutely filled with Wyld Fae and other slaves gathered from around the multiverse. This will be the final encounter, and the carnival may have to trust in their Wyld Fae disguises to make it through. There will be multiple Megathreads here, detailing the encounter with the Huntsman and bringing this log to an end.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

At some point, trying to escape the foes of this latest attack, Herbert ended up in Jasper's general vicinity, and as much as he hates being kicked by a horse (horse? horse adjacent changeling? whichever: it sucked a lot) he hates the idea of getting eaten alive again more. He hasn't had time to test anything, he doesn't know if his consciousness will just...keep existing. Anyway, his constant presence evidently irritated her enough that she pulled him up onto her horse back and now he's...stuck.

Literally stuck, he can't get off. Some sort of ridiculous magic Jasper apparently developed at some point. He's hunched over, hands braced in front of him, trying to use her humanoid torso as a shield against attack...but then she also keeps hunching forward to charge at fae? It's a mess.

"We should leave!" he announces, to Jasper, to anyone in the Carnival around him. "Just keep running, push through, we can't stop this!"

It's like Eden, but worse--a battle raging over their heads that they can't possibly hope to keep up with. As it builds up, Yuya anchors somewhere in the center of the group and projects his shield, gritting his teeth and gripping his staff as he puts as much energy as he can into the spell to enforce what area of safety he can for the people that need it most.

"What about them?!" He looks up at the fae battling above. Should they cut through without telling the wyld fae they just allied with that they're going?

Carly, for her part, is fighting rather admirably. She wears her makeshift blindfold well, the stone eye looking upon the battlefield with a clarity she missed.

-fwtsh-

A clarity that allows her to take aim and fire upon wylderkin creature after wylderkin creature with arrows from the petrifying bow. Nuna fights at her side, spinning flames at weaker creatures as they come to attack. She turns to Yuuya just as she switches to a focus of fire magic for something, only the flames illuminating her thanks to the magic of the cloak of shadows.

"What they are doing, is meant to help us forward," she insists, nodding. "We can notify them in our own ways- but we can't just stay and fight! We need to push onward! Fight as we go!"

Jasper glances back at her passenger, teeth bared.

"I am pushing through, you coward," she snarls (perhaps a little defensively) -- and then whips her head around to bring her attention to a nearby Wylderkin. The gryphon looks like it's about to attack, but Jasper's not taking any chances. She rears back (luckily for Herbert her kelpie attributes keep him on board for that) and charges, bringing her hooves down on the beast mercilessly.

It’s hard for Lambert to focus — with the Huntsman’s territory this close, he can’t just lose himself in the rush of the fight, like he wants himself to.

“We don’t want to catch the Hunstman’s attention,” he grinds out, finally. “The more this looks like an attack on his territory, the more interested he’ll be.”

He tries to get a sense of where the presence feels strongest, just because more likely than not, that’s where they’ll have to go.

"Carly's right," Strange calls out. He's fighting as well: his shield spell is firmly affixed to one arm, while Strange uses the other hand to magically manipulate the earth, calling forth a large, earthen hand to smack around and occasionally hold various Wylderkin.

"We need to keep moving. If you don't know how to fight, stick by someone who does!"

Sans is in the same boat as Lambert. The Huntsman's influence is feeling especially incessant at the moment, and with a history like this when it comes to mind control it's hard to remain chill. For the moment, however, he is doing his best, lifting blockades of angelically hued bones from the earth, trying to create some distance.

Both him and Lambert will get the sense that the Hunt is looking for weak points in the Wyld Fae's defenses. That, and the way that reinforcements from the Hunts side are going to be coming from the mountains - the place they are heading towards.

"If we break from the pack they're just gunna try to pick off the stragglers," he says, pushing back some more wylderkin with a blast of kinetic magic. "The stragglers being us."

Syrlya doesn't hesitating in drawing his blade and shield to deflect the Wyldkin. He can't afford to be merciful when they have people who can't fight in their ranks, so he doesn't hold back any combination of magic and sword to take them down. His gaze is sharp around the group, and if he sees a vulnerable spot he teleports himself across to contend with those foes.

They're both right. They can't afford to sit here in a losing battle of attrition, but if they distance themselves from the fae working with them they're almost certain to be overwhelmed by the ones that catch on.

"So we move undetected or we need our allies to push us through. Enough of us can teleport others, we just need to know where to go."

Something precise that they can all focus on. That's a complete guess when they don't know the territory.

Herbert's progressed to leaning as far forward as he can without actively wrapping his arms around Jasper's humanoid torso because he doesn't want whiplash from all her charging about and rearing but he also doesn't want her to beat him up once he escapes her back.

"Then we need a way to scout ahead," he says, sounding somewhat strangled. "If we can't break through, Syr has the only feasible idea!"

There is a waterfall coming down from the mountain ridge, leading to a sizable river bed that cuts through the battleground. As this conversation is happening, the river starts to visibly overflow, flooding over the edge of the cliffs and spreading across the terrain. It happens way too fast to be natural - without twenty seconds, the water will be reaching the feet of those in the carnival.

On the bright side, it causes some of the wylderkin to turn around in alarm, like beasts reacting to an earthquake or oncoming natural disaster. On the down side... well. There could be a disaster on its way.

There is very little time to react - less than a minute, overall, before things get worse.

"Well whatever we do, we need ta do it fast!" Zangetsu says, blocking the attack of some sort of bird-like Wylderkin with a gauntlet before following up with a slash with his sword, bringing the beast down. "We're in fer a flash flood!"

Whoever he is close to is going to get a hand extended to them, and then a yank up onto his back. He'll use airsteps to keep himself and his passenger out of danger.

Edited 2019-02-05 20:41 (UTC)

Peridot has been fighting off advancing wylderkin with a moderate amount of success, mostly owing to the general devastating effects of the vorpal sword. She doesn't really catch on to the rising river until the moment it reaches her feet, at which point she glances down at it and then around at the retreating wylderkin with confusion.

Not for the first time, and probably not for the last, she finds herself regretting getting Lapis sent home.

She dragons up and snatches up into her claws whichever flightless carnie happens to be closest.

As the water reaches her hooves, Jasper looks down -- and then at the river, and up at the waterfall. The camera zooms in on her eyes; her pupils are pinpricks. This is, she can see, going to get very bad very fast.

"No," she rasps, unconsciously backing up. Herbert might want to find a better ride.

"Shit -- grab who you can!"

While others in the carnival divert their attention to picking up their more luckless companions, Lambert's not going to bolt immediately, turning to Strange. This isn't, after all, their first sally at facing a whole lot of water.

"Can you raise some ground?" Depending on his answer, he's either grabbing the magician to teleport away, or standing with him while he works his magic on the landscape.

"What are you doing?!" Herbert demands, sitting up to peer around Jasper's shoulder, "you're a gem not a horse--get us out of here! Manifest wings, run out of the way--I don't care how."

He prods her in the middle of her humanoid torso's back as emphasis.

Edited 2019-02-05 21:23 (UTC)

"I can't -- I can't fly!" Jasper snarls. Her eyes are darting around, trying to find the best direction to bolt in.

Instinctively, Rita's wings spring open and give a few heavy flaps, lifting her off the ground. Since she's been lingering near Yuya for the benefit of his shield, he's the one she makes a grab for, clutching his arm and taking off into the air. It'll start with a rough, potentially painful jerking motion, but soon she gets a moment to use her levitation magic to support both of them more comfortably as they float up above the approaching water.

"The hell is that!?" she hisses at the offending deluge as she stabilizes herself and Yuya.

Yuya's attention flickers to the water, but the real urgency is apparent when everyone else starts taking to the air immediately. He's completely distracted with that when Rita grabs him, letting out a yelp as his arm is pulled and sucking in a sharp breath until her levitation eases the strain.

"I don't know!" He straightens himself, looking down for someone else he knows has no ability to get in the air on his own. "Gongenzaka!"

"G-OOACK-" When the water begins to rush forward, Gongenzaka is rather out of luck. He's just a bit too big to be easily snatched off the ground, and in fact finds himself grimacing and bracing himself to prepare to use his steadfast belt instead. 'I shall be fine!' is what he shouts to Yuuya- and then the water rushes forward, and he closes his eyes.

Boy this is going to suck.

~~Well, not if Zangetsu has anything to say about it anyway.~~

Syrlya back away as the river starts to bubble up. He doesn't know if they have enough hands to hold everyone in the air, and it's a vulnerable position. He scans the landscape quickly, focusing on a high area of the mountain's ridges that give them more space and time to confront whatever's going out of the water--if it isn't just a simple flood (he's almost certain it isn't a simple flood). It won't put them completely out of harm's way, it isn't that far, but it's at least out of the pull of the river.

He teleports, steadying himself on the ground before leaving the exit to the portal and teleporting right back where he was to place the entrance.

"Come here! There is a portal to drier ground!"

~~Well, since no one was around to grab...~~

Zangetsu hears Yuya call to Gongenzaka, and sees the water rush over him, quickly coming up to his hips.

"I'm comin'!"

He cloaks himself in black and red flame, streaking like a comet down to Gongenzaka. He strikes him square in the chest and vanishes within.

'Nnnnrgh... just lemme have control this time, we don't have time fer ya to practice!' He gently shoves Gon's consciousness into the backseat of his own body.

Gon's body shudders oddly, his skin paling and his eyes turning dark with yellow irises.

Steering Gongenzaka's ungainly form is a bit like driving a large boat, but Zanzaka manages to get airborne with a few strong leaps.

"Phew..."

Steven's been, up till this point, using vines and his shields as best as he can to hold off the wylderkin. Once the water starts rising, though, he has to readjust his priorities. Most of his friends can fly or already have help... but then there's Jasper.

He can sense her fear immediately - more than what would be there from the threat of water alone. He only hesitates for a moment before leaping towards her and spreading his wings.

"Hang on," he gasps, getting beneath Jasper's horse body and grabbing hold with his arms. "We're going up!"

He pushes off the ground with all the force he can muster, launching the three of them into the air as he struggles beneath her probably kicking horse legs. His floating powers and strength enable him to lift her, but there's not so much room for carefully planning the trajectory. Also, he's never deadlifted a horse before.

"What do you MEAN you can't fly?!" complains Herbert. "You're made of light, I have watched all of the other gems achieve flight through some form of shapeshifting, there's absolutely no reason you--!"

He cuts off when Steven lunges suddenly at them and hoists Jasper up into the air. It's not particularly controlled: Herbert ends up falling forward again and flinging his wings out instinctively to balance himself.

Jasper is about to make an angry response when Steven grabs her from underneath.

"What--" she barks in baffled, panicked indignation. "Steven--? Graaagghh!" This latter is the sound she makes as he launches them upwards, because she's just that kind of person.

Ah shit. Ginko has been kind of struggling here already; without any real combat abilities of his own, he's mostly been trying to stay out of the way and use his spell to entangle the enemies, giving those who may be better-suited to combat a chance to get a hit in.

This is... absolutely not an improvement. Ginko swears under his breath and takes a step back, taking a quick look around for a possible way out. At least a lot of people seem to be getting out alright. "Might-- need some help here!"

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

relevant icon