northcliffpass: (sick beats)
Northcliff Pass ([personal profile] northcliffpass) wrote in [community profile] northclifflogs2019-02-23 05:00 pm

Event Log #1

I. 𝕾'𝖓𝖔 π•»π–—π–”π–‡π–‘π–Šπ–’


It is February of 1312. Edolina of House Varens, Duchess of Southsea, is Queen of Maireglenne, the darkest days of winter is well behind you, and the entire village of Northcliff Pass has just experienced its latest avalanche of the year. Whatever your plans were when you started your day, they've undoubtedly been waylaid by this latest minor catastrophe--minor, because this avalanche is nothing compared to the one of 1302. It's the generally agreed upon sentiment of the village that the 1302 avalanche could only have been caused by the combined outrage of the gods, and they claimed their sacrifice from the village in blood. In comparison, a bit of minor structural damage and an overabundance of snow to shovel off the streets is nothing to complain about.

Resulting from a small avalanche (comparatively small--sizable chunks of the village are still completely covered), the town has been snowed in for the millionth time this winter. The pass is already closed for the season, but the townsfolk still need to be able to walk to and from their own buildings.

The Watch is making an effort to dig everyone out, and are happy to accept help. Snowball fights are discouraged but likely inevitable.

II. π•¬π–‘π–Š π•­π–Š π•Ώπ–π–Šπ–—π–Š 𝕱𝖔𝖗 π–„π–”π–š


When the snow clearing is done (or if one hasn’t bothered at all), there’s food and merrymaking (or complaining, or sulking) to be had in the tavern. Games of dice, playing of instruments, and storytelling are all orders of the evening, as is getting incredibly drunk and embarrassing everyone around you.

At some point, however, a pair of bats flap in through the doorway seeking some shelter from the cold, and apparently now a bunch of drunk and exhausted merrymakers have to figure out what to do with them.

[Hurting the bats is a bannable offense.]

III. π•Έπ–†π–π–Š π•Έπ–Žπ–“π–Š π•Έπ–žπ–˜π–™π–Šπ–—π–ž


Even after the avalanche, there’s a residual rumbling from within the mine, which vibrates the ground ever so slightly. The official (if paraphrased) word from the beleaguered Magistrate and Watch officers is β€œdon’t go check it out.”

Go check it out. (Just don’t get caught.)

[This thread will be DMed, and can be found here.]

ragweed: (kit | awkward)

[personal profile] ragweed 2019-03-15 02:49 am (UTC)(link)
"...Earth is likely settling under the weight of all this snow."

"That or waking up, maybe," he mumbles uneasily to himself, loud enough for Leala to hear (unfortunately). Still, with Deron insisting that there's no real risk of anyone being trapped down there, he feels more confident in backing away from the mines' gaping maw, and back towards Ben.
engravitas: (bitch says what)

[personal profile] engravitas 2019-03-15 06:56 am (UTC)(link)
There's no protest from Ben, who nudges his head in the direction of home and begins to saunter down that way, confident that Kit is following. Deron might as well not be there.
befitted: (shoulder.)

[personal profile] befitted 2019-03-15 08:19 pm (UTC)(link)
"Waking up?" Leala all but squeaks in Kit's direction, but he's backing off to go with Ben Carver and there's only a guardsman and old Agnes beside herself. That's hardly a threesome to face any monsters, and Leala once again resists the urge to hide her face in her blankets before taking a step down the path with the two carpenters.

"Well- it's a good thing, then- Er, Kit, you said you'd help me bring my things back...?"

You are not letting her walk home alone after saying the Earth is waking up, thank you very much.