[IC] Secyclion Social Calendar

[Ragman]

This would be the Secyclion Social Calendar. At the start of every Season, this will be updated to denote certain happenings as well as festivals on the Island City.

Please refer especially if doing self-moderated threads to account for the happenings.

[Ragman]

Imperos
Autumn, Era II of the Celestine Mandate
Era XIV Post Fractum
Mid-Darkening

"Forgive me Father, for I have sinned." The voice came monotonous. Lifeless almost. The man was heavily veiled, a heavy cloak underneath a muscular stature, knelt in front of the altar. Few come to the Concordia of Diana, Father Atwell is well aware of that. Even fewer, come after mid-Darkening.

"Repent son, and they shall be absolved in the name of the Most Holy." The Priest tried to lay a hand on the man's forehead, but the man flinched, the shadow darting about the cowl of his hood. Trembling slightly, Father Atwell removed his hand, and clasped it in front of him.

"Father, do you believe in ghosts?" The voice seemed strange, hoarse, agitated suddenly.

"You mean, the spiritual residue that lingers after death?" Father Atwell frowned, as if uncomfortable with speaking about such a taboo topic. Spirits, planetars -- entities that

"Yes." The voice droned on, as if bored.

"Yes. There is the essence that lingers, but they are powerless to shift their influences on the Plane of Existence." It was what he had been brought up to believe, all of his sixty-seven years of living. It was what he knew.

"Well, Father. I know you're wrong." Silence. Father Atwell cleared his throat, a little taken about, but continues after a measure of thought. The follies of youth. He thought to himself.

"Son, you mean you have faith that my faith is wrong." His voice was gentle, filled with sympathy even. After all, he had always felt the need to bring the strayed sheep back to the flock, and there were so many. Always so many.

"No Father, I choose my words very precisely, meaning that I know you're wrong." A low hiss escaping his throat, almost sounding like an animal. Behind him, Father Atwell thought he heard someone's laughter even though there was no one there. He felt a bead of perspiration run down his back even though it was a cool night.

"Son--"

"No, no. Listen to me, Father, I've spent a good amount of my life, not to mention investing large amounts of money chasing ghosts." Such heretic talk was of course punishable if Father Atwell was just to sound the alarm and summon the City Militia. Secyclion or not, these are the rules of the Church, the Spiritual Backbone of the Empire. He started to move away, but then he pauses as the man speaks again.

"Now I fear they're chasing me."

Imperos

First Cycle, the Second Brightening

A group of teenagers who lands on Crypt Island on a dare mission go missing, parents mourn for their loss, and the search team sent to the island finds nothing.

Third Cycle

Cycle of Remembrance takes place. Strange happening occurs as complains of restless spirits attempting flounder and claw their way back to the living runs amok.

Fourth Cycle, the Third Brightening

Sailors and pirates alike complain of strange occurring on seas. They speak of strange figures appearing from mists, spiritual occurrence on board the vessels. Low, piteous moans can be heard all over the seas around Secyclion.

Junctior

First Cycle, the Fifth Brightening

A rumble from Aeternia's Furnace send hundreds living nearby scurrying, though it subsided soon enough. Residents nearby on the Red Wall witnesses a large, flying creature, unidentified and obscure by the smog and smoke, darting around the volcanic plains.

Second Cycle, the Eighth Brightening

The Bone Cult kidnaps two children from Neos Megalis. Parents become fearful, and the streets are devoid of people, especially children. Massive manhunt on the look out for Bone Cult members. Security tightens around the Island.

Third Cycle, the Third Brightening

A group of sailors claimed they landed on Moon Island. They speak of a place of utter beauty, unspoiled. A paradise. The notion evokes and renews interest in the elusive Island.

Fifth Cycle, the Tenth Brightening

Baron Ajax Xanther throws his Autumn Masquerade. Hundreds of people arrive on the Island for the event amid an uneasy Autumn, the spirits remain rather lukewarm.

OOC: Neos Megalis flood dates to be detailed.

[Ragman]

Kalendryas
Winter, Era II of the Celestine Mandate
Era XIV Post Fractum
Twilight


"Feth!" The Captain screamed, as the winds howled and plummet, clinging onto his dear life as a large wave screamed and slammed full force onto the starboard, sending scurries of people sliding and floundering about on the very wet deck.

It was a bad idea to brave the storms, especially with the imminent Eunesian monsoon soon to be sweeping through Nesocratic Federation. Only thing he knew was that this isn't the Claw and Teeth, a mythical storm cloud that surrounds and moves around the Secyclionian seas, having been one of the few to have been trapped within that vicious supernatural storm and survived to tell the tale.

How long has it been since they had been stuck in this storm? As long as it lasts. The Captain supposed; as all around him, cargo ropes flayed about in the wind, the sails bearing two huge, garish wounds that screamed it's silent pain; like a bird with it's wings torn and ripped, then set upon the ground to die.

The raindrops pelted down, each drop striking and drumming like a finale to the song, crashing, pulsing like terse staccatos; like some damned up potential seeking ground.

Above, the storm seemed unending, ribbons of blue lightning snaking through the skies, tearing up the heavens, rumbling and churning like the belly of an angry beast.

"What in the name of the Haevens is that?! Give me that!" He screamed as he pulled the telescope from his Able, his eyes dimmed from the fat drops of rain that he swiped at impatiently.

His heart stopped, as he stole another look through the scope. He needed to be sure. Was he sure? Could one be sure about such things?

He dropped the telescope in mute shock, the object dropping on the wet deck and then with another tilt of the ship as the vessel superbly balanced itself after being swept by the crashing wave fell over deck soundlessly, drowned by the torrential showers.

"Captain!" The Able yelled, diving for the telescope, but missing, and almost falling over himself; if the Captain had not yanked onto his collar with his right hand, the left hand pulling onto the railing. There was a certain look on the man's face, something the Able had not seen for all five Eras of working on the ship.

It was the look of a man who was going home.

"It doesn't matter, none of it matters anymore."

"We've found paradise."

OOC: Note that for the months of Winter, the monsoon season approaches, and it is going to be raining a lot in Secyclion; hence when making new threads, note the adverse weather change and reflect it etc etc.

Kalendryas

First Cycle

A famous seaman claims to have brought his entire Vessel to land on Moon's Island amid a fierce storm, sending many ardent adventurers scurrying to set their sights upon the mythical paradise.

Third Cycle

The Magician's new trick sends many speculating that he is 'no living man', drawing throngs of crowd to watch his sell out performance.

Fifth Cycle

Red-tipped Gannets circle the Palati Ariadne, making people uneasy about the future fate of the City Government.

Immanis

First Cycle

The Festival of Love sees hordes of tourists entering Secyclion to join in the celebration. Certain areas of the Island such as the Main becomes so crowded that walking becomes almost an impossibility.

Fourth Cycle

The strange, magical storm Teeth and Claw claims another vessel from Jiems, it's third this Era.

Fifth Cycle

Strange gatherings sighted within Rhea's Bellies, leading people to believe that the Bone Cult is attempting something sinister once more. Locals start to worry, and the Constabulary increased patrols to tighten security.

Pontius

Second Cycle

A group of Halflings claiming to be from Mystic arrives in Secyclion, and a bout of rampant pickpockets ensued. The City Militia spend Brightenings rounding up all of them and locking them in the gaol.

Fifth Cycle

A torrential landslide sends several houses on the Toichos Kikkimos buried under layers of volcanic ash, the Thane issues a temporary order to allow for citizens to reside within the Palati Ariadne compound until the end of the monsoon.

Melora

First Cycle

A strange disease is spreading around Secyclion, claiming to have its origins from the Scarlet Bathhouse. To quell the rumors and panic, The City Government issues a temporary closure of the Bathhouse. Those afflicted sees ugly rashes sprout around their rear, and finds a temporary loss of control of bowels.

Third Cycle

Nobleman Agarsta becomes grievously hurt during a hunting trip when he and his two sons were assaulted by the giant Spider believed to be residing within Spider's Liar. A reward of his daughter's hand in marriage and half his family fortune was offered to recover his two trapped sons.