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MAY MINGLE

May Mingle: Entombed City
Welcome to Teyvat - a vast magical world of adventure.
Everyone's hard work resulted in the gate to upper Dragonspine opening. These ruins have not been traversed in years, if not centuries - everything within has been lost to time and living memory. An entire city has been buried in the snow.

Traces of technology can be found in the city - golden boxes that contain crystals capable of recording and playing back holograms. One of the boxes introduces this place as Vindagnyr; a land once full of greenery and life. Just what happened to these people? What caused the eternal winter?

The city's inhabitants worshipped Celestia. Why then were they left to die?
State of the World
On October 1st, the entombed city of Vindagnyr becomes open for exploration. Travelers can choose to look for clues or try to scavenge the city for ancient materials or tools. Recording boxes all around the city tell stories of Vindagnyr's greener past, and of the days when winter suddenly arrived. This is the cruelty of Celestia that Forneus wished you to see.
For all questions regarding May's mingle and events, please head over to our OOC post.
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[Granted, he is decidedly biased and Forneus at least seems to be making some attempt, but three out of four examples being useless at best is not a great track record.]
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[That's the most diplomatic way he can say it. He's not gonna take a strong stance when his best friend belongs to the church.]
But ... you shouldn't expect a god to solve all your problems. And I really don't see what a mural would do.
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[He crosses his arms, giving the box a critical look as if trying to intimidate it into telling him its secrets.]
...She mentioned flowers. Perhaps it was an offering. [A pause, and his tone becomes somber.] ...Or perhaps it was simply to convey their hope for spring.
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...Yeah, maybe.
[He's hesitant to criticize them too much. Because yes, at a glance it feels like there is more this princess could've done. But..it's not like he was there, in that situation. And it's not like anything he said now would bring them back]
Too bad it didn't work...from the looks of it.
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...It seems not.
[He places a hand on the box, remaining silent for a moment in respect for this remnant of a long dead woman's hopes for salvation and a tinge of sorrow for the betrayal of those hopes.]
...She said the mural was in an infirmary. We should see if it stood the test of time.
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...Good idea. I wonder where this infirmary is.
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It would need to be a larger building. She said it contained both the sick and injured, and in a city unused to the cold, there would be many of both.
[A further pause.]
...She called it a "shelter", suggesting it was not originally intended for its final purpose.
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[he thinks it over before nodding, setting down the golden box]
Sounds reasonable. Let's keep our eyes peeled for any places that match the description of large building.
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Would you prefer to walk as we search or to ride my shoulders? Both have their advantages, so it's your choice.
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[Taken aback]
No, I don't need to ride your shoulders! I'm not that short!
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I never implied you were. I simply thought it would be easier if one of us could focus purely on looking rather than walking, and given the height and weight disparity between the two of us...
But if you would truly rather walk, so be it.
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Yes, I'd rather walk, thank you. I'm capable of walking and looking at the same time.
[Which he will be now heading off to do just that!!]
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He matches pace with the redhead, keeping quiet for a moment before speaking again.]
...Apologies. I meant no offense.
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Forget it. Let's just focus on seeing if we can find that building, okay?
[Little do they know, it's halfway down the fricking mountain]
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