[AW] Denocte Rebuilding Event

[Isra]

from the destruction we rise ---- The recent events have left the land and structures of Denocte mostly destroyed. Walls are crumbling into pathways, blocking half the roads. Weapons of the old guard lay in flower beds that will hopefully bloom in spring. Bits of glass are strew about with sharp edges waiting for foolish children or night to fall.  Everywhere you turn there is devastation but there is also hope in the bright banners some merchants have hung. Children run through the streets and pretend to be dragons perched on crumbled walls. Pygmy dragons dig through the rubble looking for anything that catches the sunlight like gold or silver might. Laughter breaks up the tears and the sounds of rebuilding breaks up any remaining silence.  Denocte is alive with whispers of recreation. Some horses brush their shoulders together and say in passing, ”We're all Phoenixes now.” The refugees from Terrastella join in and soon you can't tell who belongs anywhere else but together.  Ahead a group gathers and splinters off into different directions. Each one is heading towards a different part of Denocte. Will you join them in rebuilding or will you watch history be made without you? in the Night Court To some it might seem that the court proper saw little damage compared to the rest of Denocte. The water came up part way up the walls of the castle and surrounding buildings and left the higher parts of the court untouched.  But when the sea swept in and out it took so many things with it.  Doors are missing from homes and the street is strewn with mementos important to someone somewhere. Flags are tangled masses of ink and fabric and few look like they could ever be anything more than trash again. When you look around horses are picking through the debris with tears in their eyes, sobbing about all the important things they have lost.  A blacksmith has lost his forge, it's been broken and swept away in pieces. A mother has lost her child and she screams at anyone who will listen that he needs to be found. A lover has lost his soul, his mate swept under by the rushing water and he's yet to find her.  Will you help them? Will you save them? at the Night Markets The once glorious walkway between the merchant stalls is nothing more than piles of stones and gems.  Dragons as small as mice sometimes guard them like zealots, snapping at horses who get to close to their stacks of treasure.  Banners wave from stalls, attached only by a single corner. They brush the backs of the horses that walk below. The silks range from fresh and bright to water-stained and torn and some cover up alleys that might be hide all sorts of unsavory things. Each stall is water-stained and as the spring comes there is a worry of mold eating away at the wood and the wares.  And in the center of everything Caligo's own moon carving made of stones is broken. Stones are missing from the holes where they once glowed. Without them the night sky will never be reflected again quite right.  The Markets are the pillar of the Dencote economy. Merchants and artists need the market to survive. How will you help restore the welfare of those who lost so much during the rampage of the sea? at the shores of Vitreus Lake It is strange to see the sunshine; stranger yet to feel the breeze carry a breath of warmth, of spring. Almost it could be a day like any other, the lake shining like Caligo’s stars, the mountains stark against the blue.  But there is no denying there was a battle, here.  Blood still stains the sand, and impromptu weapons lay abandoned next to a few battered bodies of monstrous birds. Their talons gleam, themselves as long as knives, and they look like glass with their bloodless, transparent bodies and their many wide-stretched wings.  Glass, true glass, also litters the shore and field around the lake as though the sky itself had shattered to pieces; it gleams in shards and strange twisted shapes where lightning struck the sand and performed its alchemy.  The lake must be made safe and returned to its former pristine beauty. Gather what you will: talons and wings, or bloodied weapons, or wicked, lovely glass. What might be made of such terrible, strange debris?  up in the Arma Mountains All that remains of the once-mighty gate is rubble and dust. Torn down by Ruth the terraresque, the Night Court is able to be cut off from the world no more.  But the pass still bears strange scars of dragon-fire, splintered trunks and blackened stumps. The ground is littered with fallen logs like a game of pick-up sticks. The forest floor is barren: first the fire, then the raging storms and water, then a frigid winter have beat back any attempts for seeds to grow.  It is clear the land will wear the marks for years to come – unless it is helped.  Members of Denocte (and of Dusk, too) make the long climb to the pass with burlap bags of earth and seedlings. Birds follow them, flighty but watchful, as they struggle beneath buckets for watering and begin to clear the rubble and replant.  How will you join them in remaking the pass, or clearing the rubble of a gate that is needed no more? PARTICIPATION RULES Please tag all threads for this event with [rebuild] at the end of your title lines. Post on the board of which ever prompt(s) you choose to write with.  This event is a timed event.  Posts for this event must be completed by Oct. 31st. Threads must have four posts from a character in order for said character to collect the 100 signos bonus. Once this is completed please tag @Isra (or @Asterion if it's a dusk pony) on the closing post so that the signos can be requested from the court bank.  Also feel free to contact or message either Nestle or Griffin with any questions! Discord or PM's are both ok.