#cavalry:event

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ACT III — NO MAN, NOR GOD

The first case was discovered in Aura. A man, a humble stable owner, walks around for a week feeling odd - As though he is sleepwalking, or ate some bad broth. Then, the fever starts — so hot the blistering summer sun could not dare compete. He collapses to the ground one day, resigned to his bed for an indefinite amount of time. He spends his hours falling in and out of sleep, only to be waken with piercing headaches and frequent vomiting over the side of the bed. Not two weeks later, the red bumps start to appear along his skin.

To his family and friends the odds look dismal, and that’s because they are. Despite a vigilant fight, he dies. 

And he was not the only one.

Life is business as usual among the four kingdoms, until one day a man drops dead after experiencing an unusual string of symptoms. A widespread outbreak of smallpox has come about, with just under half of the population coming down with the illness. The best chance of medicine? The Center Aisle, where slowly the general masses begin to overcrowd in hopes of treatment. Many draughts and potions are on the market, claiming to “cure” the mysterious disease, most obscenely overpriced. But is the gamble with one’s life worth it? You decide.

If you would like to have your character be one of the many affected by smallpox, simply message the main saying “infected” so I can keep track!

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ACT VI —  BRASS BELLS ARE RINGING

The sky was deceptively bright that day. Draft letters had gone out in the post just days before — a new summons, for a second wave of people to be brought out to the front lines. What everyone thought would be a final push to force the rebels to retreat. It was optimistic in tone; something different from what you’d gotten so used to hearing in the past weeks. But from where you’re standing now, on grass so blood red it hardly looked like grass at all, that optimism feels misguided at best.

The rebels did retreat, to a midway point in the capital Shorthill Keep. But you’re standing over a sea of disaster ( maybe with gauze, a sword, hands clutching your side as it aches ) ... and for how much longer.

The sky was so deceptively bright that day, in fact you hadn’t seen that color blue in some time. Brass bells ring up ahead as the kingdoms lay claim to the first of Solis’ cities. A positive turn, for once. 

How then, could it turn into such a loss — ?

The war turns a corner as the kingdoms three push into Solis and take the first few cities, just shy of the capital. But we pick up at a bloodbath of a battle in the farmland of the kingdom, a fight so messy the neighboring creek has run red with both sides’ blood. All of the characters had, in some capacity, been summoned to the city at varying times — all having witnessed the fight to some degree.

You are now able to interact on the battleground of Redwood, Solis. 

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ACT V PART 2 — THE SIEGE ON SOLIS

from the town announcement board in the center aisle — 

“A ROYAL DECREE FROM THE COUNCIL OF KINGS STATES THAT: EVERY PERSON ABOVE THE AGE OF EIGHTEEN, WITHOUT PRE EXISTING MEDICAL CONDITIONS, MUST REPORT FOR DUTY AT THEIR RESPECTIVE KINGDOM’S MILITARY BASE, TO WHERE THEY WILL BE ASSIGNED A POSITION AMONG THE KNIGHTS BASED ON ABILITY. YOUR ATTENDANCE IS REQUIRED BY LAW”

The rebel’s siege on Solis caused a chain of events to happen in the coming days, all of which contributed into descending the four kingdoms into chaos. Escapees from the Solan kingdom have fled to the neighboring kingdom Eden, where those who made it tell tales of a rebel group larger than ever thought. They come from all walks of life, all four corners of the kingdoms. They come with Acacian weaponry and Auran money, and have now come to reside in the resource capital of the lands. Ever a more difficult opponent it seems, as time goes on.

A first wave of troops from the remaining kingdoms have been rallied and pushed to the front lines of the castle gates. Swords have been swung, arrows taken flight — a full blown warring period for the four kingdoms, the first in decades. 

Click HERE for a list of positions your character can be drafted for, and PLEASE MESSAGE ME with your selection or reason for exclusion. 

You may now begin interactions from the beginning of the draft, to the early mid point of the war. 

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ACT V PART 1 — THE KING’S GAMBIT

A hollow, overcast sky comes about that morning. The kind destined to make history. The gallows have been wheeled out onto the Solan castle’s courtyard, commotion stirring because —  “there hadn’t been an execution scheduled, had there?” Common folk check in with their neighbors, whispering their theories and guesses over the formidable morning. A spy that required urgent attention? A council member with a particularly juicy betrayal?

A crowd formed, so large surely half of Solis were present that morning, all eagerly awaiting the spectacle to come. Clearly they are not aware of what had happened throughout the night. 

For when the castle door’s open, it is not the king that addresses the crowd. It is a woman dressed in commoner garb, a cloth wrapped to cover her face. She has piercing eyes, and a slinky posture — someone that eerily resembled a snake, you thought.

As for the prisoner, the poor unfortunate soul set to be hung that day? You peer closely to make out the bloodied face, and is that... why, that’s the king of Solis! 

And just as soon as you’d realized it, had that Solan courtyard dissented into chaos.

The King of Solis is dead, and overtaking the castle is a rebel group unknown to the four kingdoms. News spreads quickly that Solis is under new leadership. Little is known about the rebel group aside from the fact that they are holding the royal family hostage, they are treating the commoners of Solis with the utmost esteem and care, and no one knows where they came from — or more relevantly: what they could possibly want.

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ACT I — A HOLY MATRIMONY

“We gather today to celebrate a holy matrimony of two souls: Princess Willow Moreau and Prince Thomas Fleming. This marriage, uniting the two kingdoms of Aura and Eden, represents harmony, unification, and strength under the power of the old and new gods. May their marriage be as strong as the foundations of their kingdoms, and may their love and loyalty live on for generations.“

The marriage celebration of Princess Willow and Prince James will take place in the kingdom of Aura, whose gates are still open to all. The festivities will last three days, and include — a jousting tournament, a royal feast, several performances from some of the best among the four kingdoms, and music and dancing all throughout the streets of Aura. The marriage ceremony will take place on the first day, with the early morning sun.

You may now begin interactions! Enjoy!

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ACT II — BEWARE OF FALLING TREES

“Excuse me, good citizen!” You hear the trees rustle and see the man approach you, donning an expensive garment, and seemingly coming out of nowhere. “My horse is just up the hill there. We’re stranded, and he’s parched. Have you water to spare?” You think nothing of it, and decide whether this stranger seems worth the spare water. Your eyes flicker to the hill, and then back to his expectant gaze.... Okay, fine. Just this once. You pivot to rummage through your bags, but once you do the wind is knocked quickly from your lungs as he body slams you to the floor. It takes you a moment to collect yourself, which is a moment too long. He takes your bags, and leaves you not a coin to your person. You try and stop this thieving stranger, but before you can reach him you hear the leaves of the forest rustle, and he is once again gone. As quick as he came. As quick as it took him to relieve you of your things.

You remember an old story mothers and fathers everywhere used to caution their children — should they be stupid enough to walk alone between kingdoms. 

Beware of falling trees. 

As the third day’s dusk closes out our holy matrimony, the guests of our esteemed Aurian wedding all filter back to their homes. But the road between kingdoms is a lawless land. No kingdom holds a clear jurisdiction on forests and plains, which makes it a breeding ground for senseless crime. 

You are now free to interact between and inside the kingdoms, and in the center aisle!

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ACT IIII — UNDER THE SAME STARS

♫ ♬ “Under the Center Aisle Sky, with fireflies alight, 

the people dance, and chant, and sing, with burdens free from sight.

Under the Center Aisle sky, we celebrate our lives,

The ale will flow, when people go and kiss their cares goodbye.” ♫ ♬

You’ve heard many stories — of dancing barefoot under the starry sky, dining like kings among folks from all walks of kingdom life, the opportunities to be seized under the dark guise of night. Under the Center Aisle sky, in the rare stretch of time where the fireflies are alight and the people are gathered near, everyone is the same. 

Once every twenty five years, the Fireflight Festival occurs in the marketplace. Six weeks off from the worst of the smallpox epidemic, citizens from every walk of life come to celebrate under the guise of anonymity. Free from the rule of idle royals, and free from the social and financial burden that normally plagues. Everyone comes in plain garment, a one conglomerate of people ready to celebrate life as human beings, all under the same stars.