Elarrapal - Welcome to Imeris
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Aitas
Sep 20, 2025, 7:07:18 PM (5 days ago) Sep 20
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((West Imeris Branch Settlement, Uwe II))
((OOC: I’ve not included any tags Elarrapal wouldn’t hear, see Varati’s last sim for those))
There were a few moments of quiet. Just a few. Enough that Elarrapal let herself slump down, allowed herself to consider if she’d been too blatant or too slow or if she’d tripped into some new sort of trap.
Plenty of her so-called allies would happily cut her down for the chance to speak more loudly.
And then there was the murmur of voices from outside the building, like the rustle of leaves in strong winds.
It seemed she had something far more immediate to worry about than whatever the strange group she’d been speaking with was up to.
She stepped up, and out, with those few who she’d just summoned following her.
It did not surprise her to see Norsel at the head of the crowd.
Elarrapal: What false promises have you made, Norsel? Would you erase them beneath smoke and fire, and hold me to words I never said out of long-sprouting anger? Would you anger Imeris itself?
The crowd stilled for a moment. The briefest second in which her words might catch hold.
And then someone threw a bottle at her feet and it burst, throwing a white powder out over the ground, over the thin walkway that separated them from the substance of the tree itself.
The first bottle didn’t hurt, though the powder made her cough. She stood, and raised her hands and-
The second set of bottles hit. One slammed into her arm, and there was flame and the crack of breaking bone. Elarrapal fell, slamming into the walkway beneath, and that extinguished the fire even as it worsened the shattered bone.
She couldn’t see much for the next few moments, only the stinging billow of smoke and muffled coughing of those around her. Her blood dripped down her hand, her arm, and dripped onto the wood below.
And then there was another burst of smoke, perhaps of fire, and all her efforts to stumble back to her feet, to cry out, failed her. She fell back down and her blood spread golden around her.
The walkway burst as vines sprouted out of the great tree beneath it, each dotted with silver flowers that burst into full bloom, their pollen hardly visible amid the smoke.
Imeris had ways of defending itself, narrow as they might be.
Several of the protestors collapsed suddenly into sleep, while others of their kind stared in shock or moved to catch them.
And a few figures, mere outlines in the smoke, charging toward Elarrapal and those who’d remained with her.
Elarrapal: To the tree itself!
She’d just started to move when some of those shadows reached her, and she recognized them as those she’d questioned those few minutes before.
Elarrapal: Come to finish your trouble, then? I will not ask Imeris to expend its strength further on my behalf.
Varati/Wong/Moore/Stros: Response
She ran her claws down across her cheek, focusing on the rhythm of the movement, and stared.
Elarrapal: Hurry then. And do not waver.
Varati/Wong/Moore/Stros: Response
It was a brief run, a scrabble across a rougher branch, and then there was a spot of lighter wood in the trunk of Imeris, with a silver bud jutting out at its center. Elarrapal placed her hand there, let her claws sink into the softer surface. Brushed the drying bits of golden blood against the bark.
Allowed the tree itself to recognize her.
The wood retreated, leaving an archway where it had been, one that led to a dimly lit room that smelled of fresh wood and pollen. A darker strand of corewood formed half the floor and curved up into benches.
There were pods clustered on the ceiling, blue and green and silver, the sprouting seeds of a plant ever ready to burst. Imeris had more defenses, here.
Elarrapal: Sit. If the trees would sing to your dreams they’d have found it already. ::They tested most children for such things when they were very young, in the north. Let them sleep upon the corewood in such a room, to see whose dreams were shared.:: And Imeris is not usually quick to anger.
((OOC: I’ve not included any tags Elarrapal wouldn’t hear, see Varati’s last sim for those))
There were a few moments of quiet. Just a few. Enough that Elarrapal let herself slump down, allowed herself to consider if she’d been too blatant or too slow or if she’d tripped into some new sort of trap.
Plenty of her so-called allies would happily cut her down for the chance to speak more loudly.
And then there was the murmur of voices from outside the building, like the rustle of leaves in strong winds.
It seemed she had something far more immediate to worry about than whatever the strange group she’d been speaking with was up to.
She stepped up, and out, with those few who she’d just summoned following her.
It did not surprise her to see Norsel at the head of the crowd.
Elarrapal: What false promises have you made, Norsel? Would you erase them beneath smoke and fire, and hold me to words I never said out of long-sprouting anger? Would you anger Imeris itself?
The crowd stilled for a moment. The briefest second in which her words might catch hold.
And then someone threw a bottle at her feet and it burst, throwing a white powder out over the ground, over the thin walkway that separated them from the substance of the tree itself.
The first bottle didn’t hurt, though the powder made her cough. She stood, and raised her hands and-
The second set of bottles hit. One slammed into her arm, and there was flame and the crack of breaking bone. Elarrapal fell, slamming into the walkway beneath, and that extinguished the fire even as it worsened the shattered bone.
She couldn’t see much for the next few moments, only the stinging billow of smoke and muffled coughing of those around her. Her blood dripped down her hand, her arm, and dripped onto the wood below.
And then there was another burst of smoke, perhaps of fire, and all her efforts to stumble back to her feet, to cry out, failed her. She fell back down and her blood spread golden around her.
The walkway burst as vines sprouted out of the great tree beneath it, each dotted with silver flowers that burst into full bloom, their pollen hardly visible amid the smoke.
Imeris had ways of defending itself, narrow as they might be.
Several of the protestors collapsed suddenly into sleep, while others of their kind stared in shock or moved to catch them.
And a few figures, mere outlines in the smoke, charging toward Elarrapal and those who’d remained with her.
Elarrapal: To the tree itself!
She’d just started to move when some of those shadows reached her, and she recognized them as those she’d questioned those few minutes before.
Elarrapal: Come to finish your trouble, then? I will not ask Imeris to expend its strength further on my behalf.
Varati/Wong/Moore/Stros: Response
She ran her claws down across her cheek, focusing on the rhythm of the movement, and stared.
Elarrapal: Hurry then. And do not waver.
Varati/Wong/Moore/Stros: Response
It was a brief run, a scrabble across a rougher branch, and then there was a spot of lighter wood in the trunk of Imeris, with a silver bud jutting out at its center. Elarrapal placed her hand there, let her claws sink into the softer surface. Brushed the drying bits of golden blood against the bark.
Allowed the tree itself to recognize her.
The wood retreated, leaving an archway where it had been, one that led to a dimly lit room that smelled of fresh wood and pollen. A darker strand of corewood formed half the floor and curved up into benches.
There were pods clustered on the ceiling, blue and green and silver, the sprouting seeds of a plant ever ready to burst. Imeris had more defenses, here.
Elarrapal: Sit. If the trees would sing to your dreams they’d have found it already. ::They tested most children for such things when they were very young, in the north. Let them sleep upon the corewood in such a room, to see whose dreams were shared.:: And Imeris is not usually quick to anger.
She indicated her shattered arm.
The great trees, in general, were not quick to anything. What should have been the actions of a moment could feel akin to years in their dreams. It was part of what made them so vulnerable.
Varati/Wong/Moore/Stros: Response
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Elarrapal
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