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MessageSujet: Katsikolofos   Sam 30 Juin - 16:09


Katsikolofos

It is a town of a  few hundred inhabitants at the base of a mountain part of the chain that forms the region's natural frontier with the neighboring region Tiria.

Its proximity to both mines up in the mountains and feeding grounds for livestock, has made it an ideal place for a commercial town to grow. Now a days more and more roads lead there from within the region, as many supplier,s craftsmen, merchants of all kinds and wary travelers stop by the town to enjoy some rest, its products and its lovely scenery. Sheletered by the mountain range on its West, the town rarely suffers from weather phenomena but has run into trouble with landslides occasionaly.

The townsfolk, used to travelers, are warm and welcoming, although quick to suck visitors dry of their cash. The town has a wall on the mountain's side for protection from falling rocks, however the rest of it is open and free of access. A river runs some hundred meters to its East, providing a fresh water supply.




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MessageSujet: Re: Katsikolofos   Sam 30 Juin - 17:08

Worst Day

31 Octobre 4846

12:30, the Drunken Shepperd inn and tavern, Katsikolofos.

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Apollo, no doubt tired from his travels had ever so slightly overslept. Although his sleep was not yet as peaceful as he’d wish, it was definitely starting to make up for that horrible business a couple of nights ago. The soft bed and the peace of mind of a room with four walls, provided sufficient comfort for him to wear off his travel’s fatigue. It was once again one of these days where gentle sunrays pouring from your window gently warm your leg, begging you to rise, whereas you only wish for the peacefulness to go on and the world to forget you, just so that you can sleep five more minutes, or a couple hours.

The street’s distant chatter could barely reach the warden’s ears, nestled as he was on the inn’s second floor. Instead, it was the succulent odours coming from downstairs that rose him from his sleep. Something good was cooking! Real meat, not like the dried traveling supplies the young man had had to gulp the last few days. The smell briefly reminded him of that night at Axladi.

Once he made his way down stairs, he got contacted by his owl, ever the vigilant familiar, he had followed his master’s orders and had kept watch over his room the entire night, leaving only momentarily to feed himself on some passing mice. Although his hunt had been successful, he did not manage to see anything suspicious lurking around Apollo’s inn, human or otherwise. Furthermore, as the sun was pretty up there, we would now head off to sleep, in a shadowy cranny within the inn’s roof. He had waited for Apollo to wake up on his own before speaking with him, but was now due for some much deserved rest himself.

Upon reaching the common area, Apollo found it rather busy. Several people, both guests and employees were busying themselves left and right. Some were putting up decorations, some were carrying supplies to the kitchen, others simply sat and laughed enjoying their lunch. There was a vibe in the air Apollo recognised all too easily despite his lingering drowsiness. A panigiri.

Indeed, from the table he sat to near the front of the inn, through the now sparkling windows he could see everyone in the street making just as busy. More lanterns were put up, more ribbons and other colourful decorations of all kinds. Everyone, both inside and outside the inn seemed in a particularly good mood, all smiles and ready to party.

It was not long before Apollo learned of the reason behind all these preparations. He soon overheard it from a group eating at a nearby table. The king’s crowning anniversary. It had been 5 years since Dolmadaki the Second had stepped up to fill his father’s shoes. Apollo remembered reading something about that in a local paper during his stay at Axladi. Something about the king moving the national anniversary to a date later in the month, by respect for the previous king’s passing. So today was this date then.



When the innkeeper brought him his food, some deer stew with a fair portion of red wine, Apollo was no doubt glad to hear, that both his stay at the inn and this meal were on the house, on account of it being the day it was. But ever the one to busy himself, Apollo was quick to get to work, perhaps sick of all the partying.

The innkeeper, answered the man’s questions truthfully and with no hesitation, seemingly used to passing around directions to his guests. At first however, he did not mention at all the route Apollo had taken to reach Katsikolofos. Instead he spoke of following the main roads which would take Apollo all around the mountains from the South, only crossing into Tiria at sea level, far far to the South of the region. This was apparently the safest way to go about it and the road taken by most people to undertake the journey. Quite the slog as he joked but definitely worth it if you wish to make it big at Tiria’s gold mines. After Apollo insisted a bit, the innkeeper did remember of the path the warden had taken. A steep path through the mountains, dangerous as much because of its poor condition and weather hazards, as for the fact it was used so little God only knew what nastiness had taken residence up there. Bandits, monsters, wild beasts. He did not recommend it to Apollo, they had lost many travellers on that path and the locals had all but forgotten about it. He did not mention any particular villages on the way to Axladi other than the ones Apollo might have come across on his way here. But he did mention there used to be one nearby. Apollo, ever the bright son of a bitch, caught on and inquired about it, as it was likely to be his destination.

And it was.

Saganaki, it used to be called said the innkeeper. Not that far from town, up in the mountains in a small plateau. A really poor village with but a handful of habitants and of no particular interest. But storms and landslides had all but levelled it reportedly, it had been years since they had lost contact with its community. People who went there could never find even if but the ruins of the place, even people who had grown there. It was determined the village had been tragically levelled during a mountain slide and that everyone there had died. Since then no one really bothered to check the place, except the odd tourist or the traveller in a rush to get his career started in Axladi. Yet, in an effort to spook out the warden, the innkeeper added with a frightening face and a whispering voice, that there were those who said they saw town lights up in the mountains on foggy nights, when they were lost away from town and looking for their way back. But the lights never checked out when they got nearby, as if they had never been there at all! Some say these lights appear exactly where the lost village used to be!      

Of course then the innkeeper burst of laughter and gave a mighty slap to Apollo’s shoulder before turning away to let him enjoy his food.

From where he sat, with but a look outside, Apollo could see the clear blue sky with but a few white clouds here and there. Nothing suspicious seemed to be going on in town, at least as far as he could tell sitting there in his inn. All was peaceful with the world. It looked like it would be a lovely day.




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MessageSujet: Re: Katsikolofos   Jeu 5 Juil - 9:23

By the time Apollo got himself ready and had performed the morning's task of gathering information, noon was close.

Emilia: "Let's just enjoy the Panigiri and start moving in the afternoon! Being well fed and rested will only help you focus on the task. Spring water and dried meat is good but will only take you so far!"

Apollo thanked the innkeeper for his hospitality and for answering his questions.

No wonder the road he had taken was so empty then! People just avoid it and take a safer detour! But that was not an option for Apollo. He was here for work, and naturally that meant he would go to all the wrong places at the wrong time!

As he was reconsidering his life choices, Apollo noticed a group of musicians outside the inn.


Musician 1: "What do you mean, Sotiris is too drunk to play? It's not even noon, God damn it!"

Musician 2: "His girlfriend is driving him crazy, he needs to drink a lot."

Musician 3: "AND IS HIS GIRLFRIEND GOING TO PLAY THE VIELLE WITH US? We're supposed to start before noon!"

Music! A good change of pace. And Apollo was good with a violin, a vielle would probably work the same!

Fifteen minutes later, Apollo was on a platform with the rest of the musicians, Sotiris's vielle in hand.


Musician 2: "Thanks for the help lad! Don't worry, we'll put on a good show!"

Of Cards and Kegs:
 

Even Emilia decided to join in on the fun, and positioning herself on the front, she started dancing to the melody of the musicians. Around them tables were set and people started feasting in celebration to Dolmadaki's reign.




"Le bien, le mal peuvent-ils être quantifiés? Le destin d'une âme n'a-t-elle pas une valeur si inestimable qu'il n'est pas possible de la réduire à une simple mesure? Telle est la question..." -Apollo Anansi

"Ne jouez pas à saute-mouton avec une licorne!" - Emilia Anansi

"Le monde entier est un théâtre, et tous, hommes et femmes, n'en sont que des acteurs. Et notre vie durant, nous jouons plusieurs rôles." - ???
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MessageSujet: Re: Katsikolofos   Ven 6 Juil - 0:43

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Worst Day, 22:36.

Apollo came to, slowly. He choked on the surrounding dust, he struggled to open his eyes, they burned and itched from the smoke. The air was hot and scorched his lungs with every breath. He was on his arse, back against what used to be a house’s wall, now little more than an unusually shaped rock. His clothes were covered with dust, dirt and blood, they were torn and burned in places.

He had been pierced on the left side of his stomach by a metal pipe, probably a part of the wall against which he had been thrown. The metal felt cool and painful, but at least it stopped any bleeding for now. Apollo was dizzy, his vision was blurry, his movements sluggish. His ears were still ringing from the explosion. A sharp pain from his right shin made a pretty clear statement that it was broken. Even healing magic would have a tough time with that.

Far above, thunder echoed in a sky covered with black clouds and greenish unnatural lightening. All around him, screams and crying were made manifest as his hearing progressively recovered. Before him, blocks upon blocks of empty space, were the town’s buildings used to be. Now smouldering ruins, pieces of burning wood, far in between smoking debris and broken lives.    

How had it come to this?

A few hours back, none of this would have been imaginable.


Katsikolofos, 17:45, 31 October 4846.


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Apollo had enjoyed a wonderful and quiet morning. Filled his belly with warm and tasty food, and off he was onto the streets. The innkeeper had provided some valuable information, but nothing entirely surprising or alarming. If the situation with the ghost village had gone on for a while, it could certainly bear to continue a bit longer! Or at least so the Anansis thought! It would appear the local festivities and inclination to party had grown on them. That or the warden was really really sick of dried meat rations.  

Either way, fate would have it he remains in town that day, instead of wandering the mountains.

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At any rate, Apollo was once again walking streets filled with laughter and joy. In his walks around town, he quickly noticed that while some folks were indeed very patriotic and happy of their king’s rule, most were just out and about to have a good time. To enjoy themselves, even if only for a little while, in these times of trouble. Even the city’s guards, usually so stern and prompt to doubt, seemed to have dropped heir worries for the day, they lazily patrolled the streets exchanging pleasantries with the populace.

By some interesting coincidence, the warden found himself temporarily the member of a band. His performance was caught by quite the crowd, which seemed to rather enjoy it at that! Though he was no doubt out of practice, Apollo managed to follow the tunes of his fellows well enough. Probably caught the eye of a couple damsels in the crowd while at it. After all his colleagues were not quite as handsome.

As the hours went by and the sky darkened, beautiful colours filled the heavens with the imminent sunset setting the mood for a night of fierce partying. Nary a cloud was in sight, a cool breeze swept through the town, reminding everyone that winter was all too close.

More and more songs could be heard across the town, as the lanterns in the streets were slowly brought to life, basking everyone in their warm light. Wine, as well as all other kinds of alcohol, began flowing generously once again, to fill the cups of locals and foreigners alike.    

Much like at Axladi, the town’s squares and plazas soon transformed into impromptu dance stages. Once again, tables were brought together both in and outside of the many taverns of the city. The feast was all set and ready to go. As soon as the night had settled for good, fireworks would be thrown following the mayor’s speech and everyone would be free to get down to business!


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Is how it should have went down.

Apollo was still in the streets when it begun, on his way to some festivity or another. First came a quick but powerful gust of wind. Not cold, not particularly alarming, but abrupt and strong enough for those already well into their drink to lose balance momentarily.

Then twenty seconds later, another gust, this one lasting just a bit longer, came to shake things up. Some of the lanterns went out, some decorations fell from the roofs, the windows.

Many started to wonder what was happening with the weather, this was highly unusual. In the shadow of the mountains, they rarely had such strong winds out of nowhere. Not downtown at least. The third time, was as if a storm had brewed right into the middle of town. Most of the candles and lanterns went out, window shutters and doors slammed with violence from the winds. Maidens’ hats were carried off into the distance. As the last rays of sun faded beneath the horizon, dark clouds creeped into the skies. In but a minute, the entirety of the sky was gone, hidden behind ominous clouds. Although the winds eventually died down, so did the cheer in town. Though many tried to carry on with their celebration, even more, worryingly turned their eyes to the skies, expecting a thunderstorm of some kind. Some even starting packing things back into their homes and inns. After all, if it was going to rain, they would have take this inside.

But it was no regular old rain that followed, but something much, much, worse.

Far in the distance, towards the South-West, a huge thunderbolt was seen heading straight for the ground. The following roar made the buildings tremble, hundreds of kilometres from the point of impact, the noise was deafening.

Then followed a few precious seconds of silence. Everyone seemed frozen in place.

Then came a woman’s voice, ghastly and arrogant, it echoed throughout the heavens, all around the country. Her voice had a slight reverberation to it, as if she were some godly being. Or some ghost they had happily buried in their past, going by some of the psarosoupean’s faces.  


" Good eveeeniiiiiiiiing Psarosoupa! "

Her tone was energetic, full of cheer, she sounded like a commentator for a big fight, like a wind unchained. A bird finally freed from its cage.

" It has been a WHILE! How are my favourite god-fearing assholes doing? "

The comment made none too happy, yet very few found it in themselves to shout back an answer to the woman’s taunting. Most simply stood there in awe.  

" Aw, I see you have almost stopped killing each other! How boring. Talk about ruining the one thing you had going for you. "

She was clearly enjoying this very much.

" Anyway, we’ve been watching you have a good time lately, what with all the panigiria and all, so we got kind of jealous and we decided to throw one of our own! And what better day for it than today, since today is also the crowning anniversary of your king? This was today right? We wouldn’t miss it for the world!

So… rejoice! People of Psarosoupa! Tonight, is a Hexenacht!

Let us join in your festivities! Take our hands and let us dance the night away into oblivion! Oh, and congratulations to your emperor of course! He’s really killing it!

Shishishishi. Shishishishishi! SHISHISHISHISHISHISHISHISHISHISHIASHIASHIASHIASHIA! "


She had a laugh like death.

Her haunting laughter faded into the night. Yet remained in the minds of people for years to come. A malevolent scar, never to disappear. At the back of his head, even Apollo could not help but find it familiar. A sentiment that did not seem to be shared with Emilia however.

It was not long after her announcement, that the first explosions were heard. Bombs, magics, foul green lightening striking the town’s buildings, setting them ablaze here and there. Screams, panic, chaos.





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