Day One: Party!

[camphalf_blood]

[it's the summer solstice and a huge group of demigods safely made it to camp. This is clearly a good omen for things to come. The camp is alive with music and dancing. The satyrs are jamming on their lutes and the tree nymphs come out of the trees to dance. Everybody's invited!

The party will go on long into the night. It's all for you guys, so have a blast!]


[Mingle | Eat | Dance | Campfire ( go tag! and backtags on the tour post are still okay!)]

Comments

[both_neither]

Wow...

It sounds incredible. Why do you bother to leave?

[fistfullofmagic]

[Dhaos goes very quiet at that. It takes a long moment before he speaks again.]

...War destroyed the tree that produces the mana. I was...trying to secure a replacement... [He absently places a hand over the massive scar on his abdomen.] ...It did not end well.

[both_neither]

[He follows Dhaos' hand with his eyes and frowns] I'm sorry.

[fistfullofmagic]

...I don't blame the one who inflicted the wound. He thought he was doing the right thing, though his perceptions were manipulated by others who's intent was not so noble.

[...And to be fair, it is somewhat my fault that his village was destroyed, he thinks, which he will quite adamantly refrain from saying anything about. Nothing sours a conversation quite like that sort of admission.]

[both_neither]

[Gren's more apt to be understanding than some, but yes...]

So what will happen to your planet?

[fistfullofmagic]

...It will slowly consume itself until it can no longer sustain life. Perhaps even send ambient mana into space so that it breaks apart completely, leaving no trace we ever existed...

[both_neither]

Can't anybody else find that, er, tree?

[fistfullofmagic]

None from my homeworld, and those who bothered to listen are at least a century in the grave...

[both_neither]

God...I can't even imagine...[He shakes his head sadly] I wonder how many of have this place as our only respite?

[fistfullofmagic]

...Too many I suspect.

[both_neither]

[He stares into the fire a moment]

...I was dying right before I came here.

[That admition seems the least he can give, and it isn't much compared to the fate of an entire planet]

[fistfullofmagic]

...The castle saw fit to take me perhaps a minute before I fell into Death's embrace.

[His tone suggests that he'd rather not discuss the details. Being impaled by a broadsword is generally not something one wants to recall very often after all.]

[both_neither]

[And, according, he doesn't ask] I guess that's something we have in common, then.