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october mid-month event

October Mid-Month Event
Welcome to Teyvat - a vast magical world of adventure.
Two weeks after the Travelers arrive in Inazuma, the conflict between the Shogunate and the Sangonomiya Resistance begin to intensify. At Forneus' behest, you venture west to survey the battlegrounds and consider your next move.

Heading west from Narukami Island will bring you to Kannazuka, the location of the Mikage Furnace. This furnace uses the power of the Tatarigami to produce high-quality swords for the Shogunate. However, sabotage by members of the Resistance have led to the furnace becoming unstable. The Shogunate's soldiers and the Shrine Maidens have set up camp on the island, but the two factions cannot decide on how to address the problem. That's where you come in. Unfettered by the chains of bureaucracy, you can act as you wish. Venture into the Furnace and stabilize it before it blows the island away.

Yashiori Island lies even further west. Its position means that it is currently the middle ground where the Shogunate and the Resistance skirmish. However, the fighting has died down due to torrential rain that blankets the island, as well as the intense Electro energy within Musoujin Gorge. Once, this island was the battlefield between the Raiden Shogun and Orobashi, with the latter defeated and sealed. However, someone broke its seals during the civil war, and the lingering resentment of the Serpent has possessed soldiers on the island, turning them violent.

Once again, a stalemate that can only be broken from the outside. This isn't anything new now, is it?

State of the World

The Sangonomiya Resistance have declared civil war on the Shogunate after the establishment of the Vision Hunt Decree. As you travel through Inazuma, you will eventually meet them, as well as their leader. It becomes evident that the two sides are locked in equal balance, and that the civil war does nothing good for anyone... which is why the overseer of the Narukami Shrine has asked you to come. You are unbound by any destiny, and thus able to tip the scales. But to do that, you will need a complete picture of the situation, and to solve problems that no one is willing to face.

No one has seen the Shogun out in public for quite a while. It seems that only a sufficiently grave danger will provoke her from within her castle. The enemy of eternity is change, and you are just that.

Questions about this event can be asked below!

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[Damn. Underselling himself, how sad.

Staying wary of the bird, he drops to a seat in from of August, thumbing out a handful of mora from what he has on his person.]

200. The rest when it's done.

I'll double if you're as good as you claim.

Fair enough.

[He takes the money and starts to shuffle his cards.]

Just a three-card past present future thing, and don't get mad at me when the cards say something you don't like. They do that. Got it?

Yeah, I got it. It's a divination, not a curse.

[Ideally, anyway. But his eyes flick to the bird again, and the thought of dark magic unsettles him enough to gently correct himself.]

I'll try to keep an open mind.

Don't think I can do that yet, so.

[He starts to deal out the cards, flipping the first one over with little preamble.

Emperor, reversed.

Daddy issues!]

...gonna go out on a limb here and say your dad or father figure? Not a good time. Like, real bad time. Not sure to what extent, but any time the Emperor shows up there is always some fun family issues in the background.

[...

His expression tightens visibly, eyes stuck on the card of the Emperor as he thinks out his response.

It really is right on the mark for a start, huh. Maybe just terrific luck.]

Yeah. Not much to do about it now. But to say he was an asshole would be an understatement. [That's all he needs to say on the matter.]

Mhm. Well, good riddance, yeah?

[Next card: Ten of Swords, upright. August actually sort of winces, when the card's revealed.]

So. Things are really kinda fucked for you right now--lost someone or will be losing someone in the very near future and it hurts. A lot. Possibly dealing with a major depressive episode, if you deal with that. It might even feel like you've just been ditched, but that's not necessarily the case. It's just gonna feel like it.

[Hm.

The longer August goes on, the more Lutha leans into his own hand, running it across his mouth to hide his expression until he's just numbly staring a hole through the rock table like that might somehow set the table on fire.

It's fine.

He doesn't bother answering that one. But he'll at least tear his eyes off the table and back up to August, barely gesturing with a tilt of his head.

Just pull the third one on him. He doesn't need to dwell on that stab in the gut any further.]

[King of Wands, upright.

...in what world is this guy leader material?!]

Whatever's coming next, you're gonna be in charge. Maybe just of your own life, maybe of something actually kind of big--I'unno, can't tell you that. Either way, when it happens, you'll know it, and for the love of God go into it with a plan? And back up? And don't be a sketchy fuck?

[Well, the sudden turn into "whatthefuck land" is enough of a distraction for him to rip his mind of how much this reading BOTHERS him.]

How much of that is the card and how much of that is just you being pissed off at me?

The "sketchy fuck" was all me. But no, seriously, don't break any promises or betray people whenever this goes down.

[He goes silent again, staring over the three cards with an oddly open expression of consideration, as bothered as it might be.

It's frightening, how thoroughly August grabbed all that from just three pictures.]

...Anything else?

Nope. That's the reading.

[So are you gonna pay?]

Mn.

[He takes another long, hard look, before carefully pulling out his supply and dropping 400 more Mora onto the table.]

Do you do this a lot, back home?

[Oh, fuck yes.]

Yeah, it's like. Basically my job? There's a thing called Instagram, most people use it to post pictures and I do too, to show off the stuff I'm making, but I also use it to advertise my readings and shit. It's not paying for college or anything but it means my aunts can stop complaining about how expensive all my cloth and shit is.

[He doesn't understand a third of the vocabulary that just spit out of this guy's mouth. But cloth means... a tailor, maybe, or a quilter - some trade past the weaving process?

Hm.]

So... what, like a town post setup or something? That's a lot to be advertising for one person.

[this hip lingo is not his style]

I wouldn't think someone would bother being a craftsman if they had connections with divination.

[Ah. Time for a Crash Course in Twenty-First Century Nonsense, looks like.]

Okay, first. Back home, sewing clothes is a hobby. Most people just buy premade fast fashion shit and boy do I have opinions on that. It's garbage, it never fits anyone, and it's made in horrible conditions but anyway. Second, most people don't believe that what I do is real, they think all that sorta stuff is made up bullshit. The people who pay for readings do believe in it, or at least think it's cool enough to warrant paying my prices.

[Moving on.]

And Instagram is literally just meant to be a thing where people from all over the world can post pictures, but I am not gonna try and explain the internet to anyone who doesn't already know what that is.

People don't have to believe in it to consider it useful.

...But what the hell kind of resources do you have that cloth can be expensive but still considered a hobby? [Are you like. Rich. You don't act rich, August.]

For most people it's a hobby. I don't wear anything I don't make, unless it's like, leather or something.

[So.]

And that completely doesn't answer my question, because THAT makes sense.

[Ugh. Whatever.]

You mentioned pictures, too. Is it paintings or... [A beat, before he rummages through the inside of his shirt, pulling a worn piece of photo paper from the inner pocket.] ...is it shit like this? Is that what you're talking about?

[August just shrugs. He's not going to go into detail for the asshole who shot his bird.

But he does glance at the photo, nodding.]

Yeah, basically. People post all sorts of shit--selfies or food pics or outfit of the day, which is where I started.

Like fucking hell I'd ever get how it works. I don't even know how I ended up with these ones.

[His mouth thins for a second, glancing at the paper in his hands with a subtle softening in his eyes.]

Guess I could see the appeal, though. Recording mundane shit.

[...hm. Related to the loss, maybe?]

Yeah. It can fun, too, trying out all different angles and lighting and whatever.

Not my art of choice for "fun", but sure.

[He's not letting go of the paper, but he at least lowers it, enough for August to catch a glimpse of the image - a girl, maybe seven or eight, long red curly hair and bright blue eyes, up in a tree that looks almost sickly in its coloring.]

Is it magic, then, or something else?

[Cute.]

Technology, back home, but could be magic in other places I guess. Don't ask me how it works, I'm in school for business not art.

[BUSINESS LMAO]

And you're still undercharging for your readings?

Either your teacher isn't teaching you jack shit or you don't care enough to sell yourself.

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