So, I'm only five days late with this now, but now that I'm finally a bit more caught up on things, I wanted to put out a log of the opening ceremony we held for the games. I know there were a fair few people who couldn't make it or requested to see what happened, and I'm sorry it took so long, I'm not used to trying to handle half this much event work.
I want to give a huge thank you to all the people who showed up for this, and for all the people who've been helping make this all happen (I really need to write a proper rave for everyone, but I'm terrified I'll miss people, so I'll probably wait until after these games). I definitely never thought so many people would come, or add to it with their own touches and emotes and the like. And for the people who missed it, I hope that there will be even better chances to take part, if people are interested by the end after all the public posts.
I won't comment on the log itself much; I've never been a fan of my own writing, and I haven't been able to make myself actually read through my parts of this since it happened, so I'm sure there's plenty of errors and issues. Still, I hope someone might get a kick out of taking a look!
Hall of Visionaries. (indoors)
You see the following people here:
Cooper, Elstan, Phelia, Esti, Kaden, Lorath, Sorlia, Artanis, Evanston, Deziny, Thaisen, Myna, Maelyn, Limea, Argwin, Jinos, Boosteya, Else, Maux, Cyzhar, Melodie, Astrela, Crestia, Aleth, Morthif, Drefan, Torial, Cailin, Khel, Synthus, Kresslack, Stheno, Leorea, Saelily, Devasha, Torrent, Shoju, Cecelia, Ryssa, Elyon, Zbaco, Moranda, Kaitlynn, Penwize, Nhakra, Shokufeh, Lenn, Ktakl, Ploutos, Arin, Mroxyl, Zadkiel, Skye, Keorin
You have emoted: Keorin glances out at the gathered audience, before stepping up to take a stand at the raised dais at the far end of the hall.
You say with a slight Arcadian accent, "Thank you all for coming. I know the trip down to Meropis isn't a short one."
You say with a slight Arcadian accent, "I'm going to have to ask for everyone to quiet down a bit, though, so we can get this started."
You say with a slight Arcadian accent, "First, I'd like to welcome everyone to the grounds of the Asterian Restoration, who were kind enough to allow us to use this space for this ceremony and these games."
You say with a slight Arcadian accent, "The Asterian Restoration is a group dedicated to the free exchange of knowledge, and the preservation of the lasting history of Seleucar. It's an honour to be here, and I hope this ceremony will live up to their legacy."
You say with a slight Arcadian accent, "For those not familiar with the history of this place, we stand where the Duchy of Aster Malik once stood, the duchy just north of the Imperial City of Seleucar itself. Many of you likely passed the ruins of Seleucar on your way to get here."
You say with a slight Arcadian accent, "From the earliest days of Nikolas' quest for a better future on this continent, to the founding of the empire that would stretch from one end of our continent all the way to what's now Meropis and the golden age that would follow, to the eventual rise of the Sapient League that would end the stagnant empire and pave the way for the legendary city states of This Modern Age, the legacy and legends of Seleucar have shaped this land more than any other mortal history."
You say with a slight Arcadian accent, "Sixteen hundred years ago, when that empire was only what some believed to be a mad dream, a band of farmers, refugees, and others looking for a new life settled just south of where we're standing."
You say with a slight Arcadian accent, "It was there that they were given a task by Lord Sarapis Himself, to stand against the Tsol'teth, and drive them from our continent."
You say with a slight Arcadian accent, "And it was with that charge that that small settlement would come to shake the world as we know it, and leave a legacy that we would celebrate even today."
Reverberating with arcane might, the voice of Silon'ukia resounds across the continent in utmost clarity, every lilting note rendered in exact, perfect pitch as she declares, "mainad'noorala'atmalad."
You have emoted: Keorin gestures broadly up at the ink painting of Nikolas, before pausing slightly at the foreign word.
You smile and say with a slight Arcadian accent, "Means we're doing something right."
You say with a slight Arcadian accent, "We've gathered here today because we share the vision of the man who started that empire. A vision that many on our continent have decided is completely impossible: to stand firm against the invaders, and drive the Tsol'teth back to their home."
You say with a slight Arcadian accent, "And even more, we've gathered to carry on the traditions and legacy of that vision. For this anniversary is more important then most. Ancient Seleucar stood for eight hundred years from its early founding on the banks of the river."
You say with a slight Arcadian accent, "And now, it has laid fallen for eight hundred years since. Moving forward, our world will be shaped more by the Modern Age that we are all a part of, then by the Age of Light that came before it. And so, it is more important than ever that we reflect on that legacy, and carry it on against Seleucar's most ancient foe."
You have emoted: Keorin steps down from the dais, picking up and carrying forward a crate filled with silver and sanguine-swirled candles.
You smile and say with a slight Arcadian accent, "Please, take these candles and pass them around."
Kaden steps up in order to help pass candles along.
You have emoted: Keorin leans down to the box, taking up a candle of her own, before moving back to retrieve another crate.
You say with a slight Arcadian accent, "These candles are made in the two colours of the heraldry for these games, sanguine and silver."
Leorea leans down to pull a candle from the crate, grasping it gently in one hand.
Telendrieth leans down, taking a candle and assisting in their dispersal.
Cecelia tentatively reaches a small arm forwards from the moving crate and clutches a candle, pulling it back to her chest.
Synthus steps up to the crate, helping to distribute candles as well.
Zbaco takes a candle.
Skye reaches over and plucks a candle from the crate.
Sorlia slowly takes a candle from the crate.
Hefting a crate of candles in his arm, Kresslack slowly moves along the crowd, passing them out.
Reevah takes a candle from the crate.
Torial extends a paw to take a candle from one of the many handing them out.
Saelily casually shoves Elyon towards the crate.
Cailin holds out her hand to take a candle from Kresslack.
Evanston takes a long pull from a bottle of rum, coughing and blinking his eyes rapidly as the drink burns his throat.
Ktakl reaches over and takes a candle from the crate.
Arin accepts a candle from the crate, keeping the distribution going.
Cyzhar reluctantly seizes two candles in the grasp of spidery fingers, passing one briefly to Devasha with a momentary shared glance.
Deziny takes a handful of candles, passing a bundle to the people behind her.
Nhakra pulls out a tinderbox, waiting for the command to light.
Mycen reaches in and takes a candle from the crate.
Torial flutters her eyelashes at Evanston.
Mroxyl extends a hand to accept a candle.
You say with a slight Arcadian accent, "The sanguine is both our lasting fury at the Tsol'teth, the desire of all of us, north, west and south to drive back the Tsol'teth and defeat them, whatever our different reasons would be. And it is also the blood of our fallen, for those who have died in this war, and the rest who will die in sacrifice to make our victory possible."
Elyon reaches fowards and grabs two candles from the crate.
Boosteya claims a candle from Deziny.
Kresslack places a candle in Torial's paw, nodding as he passes by.
Stheno plucks a candle from the hands of someone looking the other way.
Else reaches for a candle, but then pauses, frowning.
Kaden takes up a candle and takes a place behind Sorlia.
Elyon hands one of his candles to Saelily.
Devasha bites the edge of her lip as her henna-decorated fingers wind around the candle, her gilded gaze shifting from Cyzhar to the rest of the coalition.
Kaden says in a quiet voice, "Else is welcome to witness, even if he doesn't take up a candle."
You say with a slight Arcadian accent, "The silver is both our purity of purpose, and the light of the open sky that the Tsol'teth have always been unable to stand. Whatever city we're from, whatever part of the world, we have all been born under this sky, and now we fight against those who would take it."
Catching a hint of hesitation, Kresslack pushes a candle into Else's hand, moving along before he can return it.
You nod your head at Kaden.
Else says in a quiet, unassuming voice, "I am Targossian. I do not have the right."
Cecelia says quietly in a wary voice, "You are an individual, not an embodiment."
Saelily says to Else in a chipper voice, "Not everyone here's gotta stake.."
Cecelia waves her candle around.
Boosteya says to Else, "Yes you do."
Synthus says to Else with a Theran accent, "These games are for all. That is the point."
You smile and say to Else with a slight Arcadian accent, "These games, and this ceremony, are open to all, like all anniversaries have been. You can take part however you like."
Else nods his head at you.
Leorea says to Else with a sweet, Cyrenian accent, "Do not feel as though you don't belong. If you are here in good will, we welcome you."
Setting the crate aside, Kresslack take up the last two and returns to his place in the crowd, handing one to Phelia.
You have emoted: Keorin strikes a small fire with her tinderbox, setting her candle alight, and nursing it until it forms a strong flame. Stepping forward towards Kaden, she holds out the candle to his, to pass the fire on.
Nhakra puts her tinderbox away, reaching out with her candle.
You say with a slight Arcadian accent, "Pass on the flame, so that it spreads to all of us gathered here."
Zbaco tilts his candle towards one that is lit, then passes the flame onwards.
Cecelia gets on her tiptoes, catching someone's light to light her own candle.
Arin lights her candle against Cailin's,.
Mycen reaches out with her candle, lighting it off and then pases on the flame.
Else sheathes his blade and hesitantly takes up a candle, smiling softly.
Ktakl reaches his candle out and lights the wick.
Leorea reaches forward to light her candle.
Arin offers her lit candle to Mroxyl.
Saelily slips into the mass with a cheery twirl, reaching out to light her wick from Leorea's.
Mroxyl leans his candle toward Arin's candle, carefully lighting it.
Kaden cups the candle flame, keeping it protected until it burns bright.
Torial holds her fingers above the wick of her candle and quickly it alights as flame erupts from her fingertips.
You have emoted: Waiting for all the candles to light, Keorin steps back to continue.
Shoju watches the flame dance from another candle to his before passing it along.
Saelily offers her candle towards Elyon.
Elyon says to Saelily with a soft, ariose accent, "Light mine?"
Elyon holds his candle out towards Saelily.
Telendrieth gently touches his candle to a nearby flame, before looking over to Synthus and offering to light his.
Sorlia reaches up lighting her candle on Kaden's.
You say with a slight Arcadian accent, "Our heraldry is divided into two parts. One half is a crimson sun on a silver field, and the other, a silver owl on a crimson field."
Cyzhar borrows the heat of another's nearby flame to light the wick.
Lighting his candle off that of a nearby spectator, Kresslack holds it out towards Phelia.
Astrela walks over and carefully picks up a silver coloured candle, taking a place at the end of the line.
With a nod, Synthus reaches over with his candle, lighting it from the flame offered by Telendrieth.
Cailin gazes at the delicate flame of her candle thoughtfully.
You say with a slight Arcadian accent, "The sun is the shared symbol of our overland, the light that has always destroyed and pushed back the Tsol'teth."
Saelily delicately taps Elyon's candle with the flame of her own, setting it aflame.
You say with a slight Arcadian accent, "And the owl is both the wisdom that has allowed us to see past the words and promises that too many of our continent have fallen to. As well as a symbol of that first charge made by Lord Sarapis to then-Nikolas, the charge that we carry on."
You have emoted: Keorin lifts up her candle, displaying the flame to the gathered hall.
Devasha tilts her candle into Cyzhar's, the wick flaming brightly before she carries the flame on to the person beside her.
Stheno snaps her fingers by the candle's wick and summons a tiny flame from the ether, which catches quickly.
Boosteya lights her candle with her own tinderbox.
Boosteya says, "It's all /our/ fire."
You say with a slight Arcadian accent, "Though the light of Seleucar may have ended on Meropis when it grew stagnant and was distroyed, it never left to the world. It spread to all of us, to all corners of the continent. Though we may all have different purposes, we each carry the ambition and vision that once made the empire possible."
You nod your head at Boosteya, showing your acceptance.
You say with a slight Arcadian accent, "And so, where the Tsol'teth have come to try and claim our history and these games, everyone here has gathered against it. To carry on out traditions. To refuse to bow to a foreign invader, Seleucar's ancient foe that would now claim its anniversary."
You say with a slight Arcadian accent, "We carry on this flame, to decide what Seleucar will mean in the world in the next eight hundred years. And we can't let that legacy be defined by its most ancient foe."
You say with a slight Arcadian accent, "They would claim that the staff -is- that legacy, because they don't understand our history. The staff may have been granted to Nicator and formed the empire, but when the first Black Wave came, it could not be found. Sapience fought without the aid of the staff, and won."
Hymns sung in sacred duty arise from the Heart of Dawn, honouring the triumph of Vinzent over Iloisee in the pursuit of Creation's sanctity.
You say with a slight Arcadian accent, "And now, once again, we don't have the staff. And once again, we must fight."
You smile and say with a slight Arcadian accent, "Anyone who isn't already, please follow me."