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(2109) Autumn Equinox

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Sep 25, 2021 - Oct 5, 2021
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  1. #1
    Rhodes's Avatar
    Presence
    (Charming)
    Distinctive Voice
    ((Gravitas))
    Rigid Mask
    Mantle - Chilling breeze, summoning tiny leaves
    Rhodes
    Mein

    Mein: Rhodes has pale whitish skin, elfin ears and deep, overly large emerald eyes. Thin black veins broach the surface of his skin like the roots of a tree emerging from the ground. Dark, broad leaves sprout from his wrists, ankles and temples, spreading around the back of his head. Deep red flowers bloom at the temples and wrists.
    Mantle

    Mantle: A breath of icy wind, the kind that penetrates and sends a chill down the spine. Ash leaves in red, yellow and gold spin into existance around him, caught on the breeze. As the wind blows, unnerving whispers can be heard, always coming from a direction just out of one's field of vision.

    +1
    DV
    3
    PRE

    Flowering

    The Equinox added depth to the Autumn Hollow.

    Never fully the most hospitable of places, the shadows seemed slightly darker the air slightly colder, the bite of icy promises to come.

    The Research table had been cleared, all books and archives put away among the shelves of the Archive which stood proud on a wall to the left of the heavy wooden door that was the entrance. Huge garlands of coloured leaves stretched from the walls to the boughs of the enormous scycamore who's branches formed the criss-crossing ceiling. The leaves of brown, amber and gold rustled out of time with the wind causing an uncomfortable dischordance.

    The table to the right of the door had been laid with a similer abundance of leaves; atop the bright colours lay a buffet of fruits and meats of the Hedge as it had every other year.

    Just before the tree, the wooden floor turned to bare root and grassy overgrown glade where a small side-table held the Wyrdstone in proide of place, it's pulsating greenish form doing little to dissuage the eerieness the Hollow generated this time of year. Next to the Freehold's hallowed object also sat a single hunting horn. Behind, forming the edge of the grassy but shadowy glade, the knotted, gnarled trees seemed to have moved ever so slightly... yet again.

    Of the Dread Lord, however, there was yet no sign.

    Welcome to the Autumn Equinox! This is open to all Changelings, come enjoy the bounty of the season!

    I have one or two surprises lined up that people may wish to make the most of. Rhodes will make his entrance shortly.

    @ Saber Sloth Scourge - so the ST's know the Coronation is up!
    Flowering Fairest, Mantle: An ever-changing, spine-chilling icy wind, creating spinning autumn leaves and haunting whispers.

  2. #2
    Colonel Worm's Avatar
    The Damn Colonel
    Presence
    (Rakish)
    Summer Mantle
    (Heat Shimmer)
    Strength
    (Surprisingly Strong)
    Status, Contacts
    (Criminals)
    Languages
    (Spanish)
    Colonel Worm

    Mask
    Worm is tall, whip thin, and corded with muscle. He's got more than a few scars. His eyes are blue and wild. His dirty blond hair is often greasy and worn short in the front, longer in the back—what some may call a mullet. There's always a mischievous smile on his lips. His wardrobe is extensive and totally crazy, filled with second-hand costumery and bizarre outfits scavenged from thrift-bins. The clothes reflect his attitude: Colonel Worm loves to make a scene and leave a lasting impression, for better or worse.

    Mien
    Worm's mien is quintessential Goblin: he is taller, thinner, and more scarred. His skin is a bright red and his eyes a glaucous white (with no discernible pupils). What little hair he has is also white. His ears and nose are pointed and his hands and feet are approximately doubled in size. His muscles stand out like lengths of rope beneath his skin.
    Colonel Worm

    Mantle
    The air around Worm shimmers and bends with heat mirage, something you might see coming off of blacktop on a 100 degree day.

    (Harden Mask)Glamour 1 Spent
    3
    PRE

    Wyrd
    ••
    Soldier

    Could it be? Is Worm...early?

    The Goblin strides into the Autumn Hollow, expecting to find the party in full swing. He's dripped out in a luxurious brown, velour track suit, unzipped to just above his navel. For whatever reason, he's hardened the Mask tonight. Under one arm, he holds a fair-sized present, fully wrapped.

    He's ready to mingle.

    But...Nobody. Not even Rhodes. And isn't this his party? Well, maybe he wants to make an entrance. That's what Worm would do. He certainly wouldn't show up early. That would be unbearably lame.

    Well, nothing to do but explore. Luckily, it's an interesting place. The Colonel's first time to boot.

    He bee-lines for the eerie glade, as if pulled by the Wyrdstone, which he approaches almost immediately. Absently, he pulls a vape from his pocket and puffs. He'd bought it on the way over, not knowing the rules about smoking in the Autumn hollow and unwilling to forego nicotine. Mango. Delicious.

    Considers the stone, it's strange and alluring and pulsing green-ness. Resists the urge to reach out with one, long finger, and give it poke. Examines the horn for a beat, still puffing on the pen.

    Then turns around, stretches, watches the stirring of the branches. Decides he likes this spooky place.

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  4. #3
    Liam Gelt's Avatar
    Giant
    (7 feet tall; not fond of low ceilings)
    Strength
    (Lean but well-muscled)
    Spring Mantle
    (+1 to Pres/Day)
    Liam Gelt
    Mien/Mantle

    Mien: Liam's skin is hardened into a bark-like armor with pine cone-like ridges throughout. His hair is made of pine needles that act a bit like a hedgehog's quills; standing up when agitated or smooth when calm. His eyes are a deep amber and his tears appear to have the consistency of sap until they leave his face.

    Mantle: The scent of pine sap in a close radius, his needle-like hair ripples occasionally as if tugged by a light breeze.
    Combat Stats

    Def: 2 (Dex/Wits)
    Armor: 0/0
    Initiative: 5
    Speed: 12 (w/ Fleet of Foot)

    Ogre Seeming Bonus
    -Add Glam to Str pools (1 per Glam)

    3
    PRE

    Wyrd
    ••
    Gargantuan

    Liam lumbers towards the Autumn Hollow, glad to take time to be a spectator of the events instead of part of them. He's dressed in a blue suit with brown pants and shirt, looking a bit closer to his own barkskin color. His deciduous hair and beard are trimmed, and he carries a box with brown paper wrapping.

    The Ogre stoops into the Hollow surprised to see next to nobody around. Maybe it's supposed to be a surprise? Like a 'Boo! Welcome to the party'? The décor certainly looked inviting with its fall colors and a friendly spread of food. He feels a pull in his heart, and turns to see the Wyrdstone...and a certain Goblin. "Hey Worm! How's it going?" He walks over to the Colonel with an eager smile, glad to see a familiar face. "So, do you know why Rhodes and Anatole aren't here yet?" ​He's not too worried, but he expected to at least see Sera here, since she and Rhodes were married.

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  6. #4
    Ashley Green's Avatar

    Presence
    (Wilting Wallflower)
    Socially Small
    Ashley Green

    Mask: 5' 5" with frizzy blonde hair. Skin and bones. Commonly wears gardening gloves.

    Mien: Ash grey skin, except from elbows and knees down, which are lime green and sticky with sap. Crimson eyes. Drooping elf ears. Hair is actually straw. Covered in burn scars.

    Mantle: Flickering candlelight reflected in her eyes.

    1
    PRE

    Even though she theoretically had as much right to the space as anyone on the Autumn Court and it being literally in her backyard, Ashley had yet to visit the Autumn Hollow yet. Of course, her being new in town certainly had a bit to do with it and she wished to get herself better acquainted with the nature of Sacramento before taking any paths into The Hedge, even safe ones. However, four weeks of exploring Sacramento might be a bit egregious versus stepping a foot in the wilds of her back porch. A good bit of it had to do with, well, feeling like an outsider as well. How would you like to find some stranger rooting around in your root cellar? Even with a heart stone ensuring your good intentions, it would not set her on the right foot with everyone else. At least until more than one person knew her name.

    However, the turning of seasons was not an event to be taken for granted. So if it was to take place in the Autumn Hollow, then that's where she was required to be.

    For this grand event, the Wizened had dressed in... less than her Sunday bests. A pair of denim overalls and a dark green t-shirt to be specific, along with her signature worn straw sunhat and gardening gloves. Her wardrobe had never been particularly showy and she hadn't made time to pick out a nice dress for these such events either. Plus... this was just comfortable.

    Because her living quarters were so close by, her being one of the first to arrive was no big surprise. She found it less stressful that way. There were only two people here right now, a human (ensorcelled or Masked?) and a towering pine tree in a suit. No pressure. She should go up and talk to them. If she could get her legs to move. Ah, but it was right to hesitate. They looked to be in conversation. And if she barged in too soon, then the big man was likely to send her flying if he gesticulated too enthusiastically. And they could be guarding the Wyrdstone, her approaching it unaided could be interpreted the wrong way. Ok, sure, the Wyrdstone let her know that these two were also Freehold members and therefore told them the same about her, but honestly, why even give them the chance to not notice it and scowl at her? Plus they looked to be bearing gifts and...

    She had a million excuses to not introduce herself. So why force herself to? She would just... sit quietly and let them discuss the finer details of hot dog wrapping paper. Oh, but not by the food table, then she might be in someone's way. And not by the Wyrdstone, then she might... also be in someone's way. By the library shelf and table! Then in the highly likely scenario that she wasn't approached by someone, on account of being weird and foreign and all, then she could easily take a book off the shelf and not socialize. God, who went to a social get-together to actually talk to people?

    Not her. Apparently. If fate deemed it not to be.
    Wizened Woodwalker | Autumn Mantle 1: flickering candlelight reflected in her eyes.


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  8. #5
    Anatole's Avatar
    Mantle (Autumn)
    (Shadows, heat and ringing metal)
    New Identity
    (Anatole Kolowksi)
    Strong Back
    Resources
    Anatole

    MASK
    A shorter, barrel chested man with a thick beard.

    MEIN
    A 'dwarf' with burned, scorched, and scarred skin.

    2
    PRE

    Smith

    Anatole drifts in...

    No. No! Drift is the wrong word.

    The burned dwarf limps in. Anatole might be short and stocky but on this Equinox, he appears very much the Wizened kith to which he belongs. He hobbles along, leaning heavily on a chunky, gnarled, walking stick. With his shoulders hunched and head bowed, he very much looks like he is collapsing in on the walking stick. His eyes, peering out from under his bushy brows, are guarded and suspicious. He is waring a suit with a very decent cut, but the material is letting the overall effect down.

    His mouth is lost in the curly, white, sea of his large beard.

    "Liam! Colonel Worm!"

    His voice warms a little as he speaks but his posture doesn't relax or open. He pauses and leans noticeably on the walking stick.

    "Good to see you... Eh! Why aren't you at the feast already? Tuck in! If you leave it too late, the food will be gone."

    He cracks a forced, wan, smile but quickly tires of the effort. It is then the dwarf notices the Woodblood @Ashleigh Green for the first time.

    "Oh! And who is this? Someone new?"

    Anatole lurches over toward the other wizened, his movements rendered cumbersome by the twisted walking stick. If anyone cared to notice, they would see that he doesn't entirely need the walking stick to aid with his balance or his posture. None the less, his fists is tight and knuckles white where he grasps the stick.

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  10. #6
    Saber Sloth's Avatar

    0 Scenes

    Rhodes after he arrives and before the Scene ends will need to Feed 1 Glamour into the Wyrdstone to protect the Freehold for another Season!

    The Courtless will also be required to feed 1 Glamour into the Wyrdstone to continue having the Wyrdstone's blessing!

    And since we're in a Hollow, which is of course in the Hedge any Glamour used to Harden your Mask fails, "A Changeling inside the Hedge cannot hide what he is. His Mien is visible for all to see even to those outside the Hedge." "No Contract, Token, or Entitlement allows a Changeling to hide his nature in the Hedge" CtL Core pg 210

    Also!

    Any Hedgespun anyone is wearing will Activate automatically once you step into the Hedge/Hollow
    Last edited by Saber Sloth; Sep 23rd, 2021 at 12:31 PM.

  11. #7
    Rlyeh's Avatar
    Presance
    (There)
    Dex ●●●●●●
    (Nimble)
    Allies
    (Street)
    R'lyeh

    New ID: Riley Rivers | Danger Sense | Direction Sense | Trained Memory | Trained Observer | Allies (Street) |
    Mask

    A slim Caucasian women, with frayed, frizzy bleached hair, chapped lips and irritated, red skin surrounding her eyes.

    Underneath her clothes are a myriad of scars, most notably on her back shaping like wings, and her stomach, Great wide slashes that never healed correctly.
    Mien

    Oil black, miasma purple, and dishwater white, the pallet of the fox girl drowning in crude oil, her hair continues to spill only halted by her triangular fox ears, popping from the side of her head.

    Miasma fur lay neatly with dirty glass & black ice feathers, with a trio of smog-smoke tails, easily seen now, is a slash across her throat, yowling open. Acts more like tattoo now, withrows of yellow fangs, and a wet looking tongue lolling out.
    Mantle 1

    The feeling of sunbaked heat of a Summer roadtrip, paired with the wafting smell of gasoline from a roadstop.

    2
    PRE

    Blightbent Riddleseeker

    R'lyeh shuffles into the Autumn Hollow, head on swivel, even if her oil black hands are curled into her chest, trying to keep her self to herself. One of her hands absently pushes her drip-drip-dripping hair over her shoulder. She didn't want to ruin anything! She didn't want to make it gross and stained and -

    A shudder of a gasp. Broken glass tears at her throat, wordsthoughthorror locked in behind clenched teeth.

    Focus.

    She's wearing the still mostly white cupcake t-shirt . It was the nicest thing she owned. She also has her jeans, worn, and stained and ripped-stitched-taped.

    she fell
    she fell
    look how far
    she's
    falll-
    -lennn

    She sees the shiny-rock-Wyrdstone, but not Dread-Lord-King-Rhodes, or his see-through-Sera-Queen-wife. So she doesn't know if she should slink over and poke the shiny-rock-Wyrdstone and make everyone no she's still good and safe and wont being rotting ruin to their home.

    Her steps propel her towards the others, but she stops before she can force herself into their sphere. Disgust pools and rolls in her gut, she can almost - almost - feel the mouth on her throat, and the pinned slavering tongue writhe, dripping and licking unmoving chops. Ready to tear and eat, and steal and keep.

    Back. Back. Breath. Creaking teeth and clenched jaw(s).

    "....hi." she whispers. Not looking at anyone or thing in patricular.
    Wyrd ●●● | Heath: | Willpower: | Glamour: | Mantle and Noteable Merits in Minisheet

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  13. #8
    Circe's Avatar
    Scene Stats
    Striking Looks
    (Exotic)
    Presence
    Mantle Dry Heat
    Circe

    Merit-Striking Looks (exotic)
    Mein:

    Her skin turns a slate-blue and her hair bone white. The whites of her eyes are blood red, the irises are purple with cat-slit black pupils. The helix of her ears elongate out 2" inches ending in a tip. Her features sharpen and her figure has an unnatural, inhuman litheness that can be intellectually disturbing.
    Scenes

    IDK
    CSbb
    Mask

    Her skin brings to mind Mediterranean, Middle Eastern, or Asian races, though her high cheek bones and sharp facial structure don't match. Most assume she is of mixed ancestry given the pale blonde hair. Alias Mary Maniscalo.
    Circe Scenes
     
      Rage singing, no work with Ozzy, Shake the shanty
     

    +1
    SL
    3
    PRE

    Circe was in her scariest regalia for tonight, her Hedgespun armor. It was made from dead predators, so that was scary was it not? Beneath that didn't match so well though, cargo khaki's, combat boots, and a t-shirt didn't fit with the bonely Roman warrior theme.


    The elf stops inside the Hollow's entrance, left hand on left hip as she smirks at those present. The heat of her Mantle briefly flares, "Oi folks! Gunny numbskull is here," and pulls back down as Circe brings it back under control.


    The elfin Summer quickly joins the growing group, chipper as she often is. "Anatole, nice work Autumn has done. Nice ta see ya with the rest of the boys and some girls. I wouldn't worry about the food yet. Sonny isn't," then notices something different. Or someone new. "Oh," she turns upon Ashley with a friendly smile, "A noob? Sup, er, welcome. Don't worry, this won't be just a skeleton crew tonight," she smirks at she turns to Colonel Worm, "I got that covered though," wink.
    Fairest: Larcenist | WYRD 2| Mantle: Dry Desert Heat |Health: 8 | Willpower: 5 | Glamour: 7

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  15. #9
    Seraphina's Avatar
    Seraphina
    Presence
    (Magnetic)
    Striking Looks
    (Enthralling)
    Distinctive Voice
    (Angelic)
    New Identity
    (Sarah Jones)
    Mantle (Spring)
    (In Mini Sheet)
    Seraphina

    Mien

    Softly shimmering gold flakes catch the light whenever she moves, delicate gilded and diamond scales extenuate the luminescent sapphires that are her eyes. The ocean lives in Sera's eyes, perfectly cut sapphires, gleam in the light. Deeper shades always shifting like the tide. The scales trail up to her temples and forehead. Her hair reaches down her back, brushing the back of her calves, spun silver and gold. Perfectly placed streaks of sea green are seen throughout her hair. Very fine diamond dust falls loose from her hair when she moves, reflecting rainbows from the light. The scales on her hands are dulled by the simple fact that her hands are translucent. There was an iridescent scale like skin that pulled delicately up from her ears. The membrane shimmered and created three curly points.
    Seraphina

    Fairest

    Nix/Treasured
    Mantle

    Cherry blossoms gilded in gold bloom from her hair, tumbling down as a warm rejuvenating spring breeze gently kisses the air with the scent of freshly cut grass. The sound of birds singing can be heard as the wildflowers grow and bloom in vibrant colors where she walks, swaying and lively in the breeze.
    Sera's hands and lower legs are translucent while the rest of her has cracks
    Seraphina

    Mask
    A fairly tall woman, roughly 5'11 with long, wavy dark brown hair. Her eyes are an intense, deep bright blue, reminding one of sapphires. Her lips are full and her skin is flawless. With that perfection comes a body that men fawn and drool over, and women envy.

    Health Tracker

    Haunted House
    Items

    Hedgespun Items

    Tear dropped shaped pendant, form fitted waterfall jacket

    Misc.

    -3 to any rolls involving Presence

    Jewelry

    Ring on right ring finger...the gold band matches her gilded golden skin, the blue sapphire matches her eyes and the diamonds her scales
    Seraphina Scenes
      -1 Glamour into Wyrdstone
      Dreaming, -1 WP to analyze, WP to hold Dream together, Dreamscape
      -1 Glamour for Dream Time, -1 WP, WP to Scour Glam to rebuild
     Harden Mask, Forgot to include in orig post, 
     

    +2
    SL
    +2
    DV
    5
    PRE

    Treasured Nix

    It was that time.

    Autumn was moving into power, the Season was changing, the chill was entering the air. And she was excited! It was time for Rhodes to take center stage! So she tried to tone down her dress for the night.

    Tried.

    It was hard. She lived for Coronations and the chance to dress up in a flowing gown. Sometimes Hedgespun, sometimes not. As not wanting to pull too much attention from Rhodes, she opted to not Hedgespin this year. Going instead with a dress that that looked like it had trees and branches stretched across her body. Branches and trees without leaves, fitting the Season. The trees and branches were a deep blue color and there was a hint, very slight, of glimmer among the branches on her chest. While the dress was sheer, it was not as sheer as she usually wore. It hinted at her chest and arms, but nothing was shown. Her long hair was swept into an unkempt low bun, long pieces framing her face.

    Stepping into the Hollow, she pauses with a smile. Eyes taking in the decorations and how at home she was beginning to feel within. He really did a wonderful job adding just enough flare to draw the eye. Maybe she was rubbing off on him?

    Her wedding ring came alive within the Hollow, ‘it bursts into blossom, the ring becoming a jeweled flower in scarlet on a band of gold.’ But that was the only Hedgespun she wore this evening.

    Sapphires spot Worm and Liam, and she gracefully makes her way over. The wild flowers still growing where she stepped, but they were not as vibrant as they were when it was Spring. But they were still a contrast to Autumn.

    Smiling, “Hi guys! Don’t you both look draper this evening!” she says with a genuine smile.
    She spots Ashley, and offers her a friendly wave, “Hello Ms Green.” Greets the Nix, a warm smile offered to her as well, not sure how the Autumn like to be referred to. Ashley? Ms Green? Always safer to go with Ms.

    And then there was an Anatole! But was he…injured? It didn’t look it, but she wasn’t sure. “Hello Anatole, good to see you, hope you’ve been well.” He was still an unknown to her. And that was her fault for not reaching out.

    Finally, there was R’lyeh, “R’lyeh, good to see you! How have you been?” she seemed genuinely happy to see her.

    It was hard to miss Circe when she enters, the Elf truly could be a Spring.

    Smirking, “Hi Circe, looking good!” an appreciative look given to the Summer.
    Treasured/Nix Wyrd●●●●

  16. #10
    Ashley Green's Avatar

    Presence
    (Wilting Wallflower)
    Socially Small
    Ashley Green

    Mask: 5' 5" with frizzy blonde hair. Skin and bones. Commonly wears gardening gloves.

    Mien: Ash grey skin, except from elbows and knees down, which are lime green and sticky with sap. Crimson eyes. Drooping elf ears. Hair is actually straw. Covered in burn scars.

    Mantle: Flickering candlelight reflected in her eyes.

    1
    PRE

    More people filter in, and a few important ones at that. Seraphina she recognizes from her first visit to Funderland and it'd be hard not to. The Fairest probably leaves an indelible impression on anyone who meets her, drawn first to her beauty and then snared by her force of personality. And now here she was dressed in almost as much of the season as the Hollow itself, where do you even get a dress like that? Circe, she doesn't know personally, but her blue skin and elfin features could only make her the Summer Sovereign she'd been told about.

    The Autumn flame in her eyes flicker in recognition of the stout, beardy man though, their shadowed corner only growing darker with his presence. She knew this fellow. Not personally, but beyond the reassurances of the petrified heart, she felt kin to him. Wizened. And the man certainly looked the part, she wasn't particularly tall but even she could look down on the hunched figure. But it was more than a shared Seeming. It was the burn scars. Half-melted skin that flowed like wax when put to the torch. Flame had marred them both.

    "Oh, err, hello friend dwarf. Queen Seraphina. And Queen Circe I believe?" Was Gunny Numbskull her preferred name? Probably best not to call her that until she knew better. "Yes, I am new. To here. Sacramento, that is. Well, and this Hollow as well. And for a given value of new, the Autumn Court. But that's probably not what you were asking. Ashley Green." She stiffly sticks her hand out to shake, like the arm of a mailbox. "Were any of you trying to grab a book? I can get out of your way if you wish. Don't mind me."
    Wizened Woodwalker | Autumn Mantle 1: flickering candlelight reflected in her eyes.


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