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Bastien ([personal profile] cozen) wrote in [community profile] faderift2023-08-06 05:39 pm

player plot | when my time comes around, pt. 3

WHO: Anyone who's not dead!
WHAT: Various & sundry steps on the path toward time travel, including a dragon hunt and other fetch quests.
WHEN: August 9:49
WHERE: Miscellaneous
NOTES: This is part of this player plot. We have two (2) plot logs still coming up—one for time travel, one for reunions—but this is the last log the dead characters are banned from. Time travel will go up soon!


Following Tony Stark's announcement and its glimmer of slightly insane-sounding hope, there's work to be done. The magic/science, of course; anyone with the ability to help construct a dragon-blood-powered time machine may be enlisted into that effort.

For everyone else, there are fetch quests: everyone collect three Stormheart and five Volcanic Aurum. Swiftly negotiating for raw materials or for jewelry or weapons that can be melted down—or stealing them, because whatever, there will only be consequences if this doesn't work—requires venturing out of Kirkwall to track down miners, merchants, and collectors. And then there's the dragon blood.

In the meantime, keeping things afloat and planning contingencies remains necessary. For now, this remains only something that might work. If it doesn't, this is still the world and the war they're stuck with, so keeping it from getting worse in any avoidable way would be ideal.
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[personal profile] tender 2023-08-17 06:06 pm (UTC)(link)
"Let me see," comes softly, steady in spite of the state of his face.

He is very young. They have so few options these days, but Derrica wonders if they should have let him stay back at the Gallows. He had been at Granitefall too, and it is—

They've asked a lot of him. She knows this.

Her hands, outstretched, stop just short of touching his face.
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[personal profile] heartstumbles 2023-08-21 03:15 pm (UTC)(link)
Peter turns at the sound of a soft voice, managing not to wince through the movement, thankfully.

He holds himself steady and nods. "Yeah, okay," he says, quiet and subdued, as he gives her permission to examine his face.

He can't afford to be proud about this particular injury, not after...everything he's seen, especially recently.