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Barrayar ⚔ Cetaganda ⚔ The Invasion
Have you read the FAQ?
The Village ⚔ The Barrayaran Camp ⚔ The Cetagandan Base ⚔ The Fight
You've been on Barrayar for a while now, and you're finally starting to adjust. Or maybe you're not. Maybe this is all still too much for you – the attacks, the constant raids, living in the middle of a war zone by no choice of your own. But if you want to live long enough to make it back home one day, you might as well do what you can to help the war effort. Besides, where else are you going to go?
The fierce Barrayaran winter rages even to the southern end of the continent, and it's been none too kind to Vorkosigan's District. Temperatures at sea level are well below freezing, and up in the mountains, it's even colder. Several inches of snow already blanket most of the mountains all the way down to the Cetagandan base, and the storm that's just started up is only bringing more down. Visibility is low in the flurries, wind swirling snow everywhere, and God help you if you get lost on your own out in the storm. Nights are cold, these days.
The fierce Barrayaran winter rages even to the southern end of the continent, and it's been none too kind to Vorkosigan's District. Temperatures at sea level are well below freezing, and up in the mountains, it's even colder. Several inches of snow already blanket most of the mountains all the way down to the Cetagandan base, and the storm that's just started up is only bringing more down. Visibility is low in the flurries, wind swirling snow everywhere, and God help you if you get lost on your own out in the storm. Nights are cold, these days.
A recent attack on the Cetagandan base has left half their facilities damaged and in disarray. Raid parties snuck in by night, planting bombs in previously scouted locations for maximum effect. Damage to the base's water treatment plant and organic grow labs have considerably impacted the Cetagandans' food and water supply, and in the chaos caused by the explosions, the Barrayaran guerrillas raided their medbay and made off with a considerable bounty of medical supplies. One man's bane is another man's boon, and while the Cetagandans have reserve supplies to sustain them for now, some of the damage is extensive and the repairs will take time. But in the meantime, the Barrayarans have scored a precious victory as well as equally precious resources.
the village
The Riverfall villagers are used to the harsh winters of the Dendarii mountains, and though they don't have much themselves, they are happy to offer what they can in terms of cold-weather clothing and extra blankets to those allied with the guerrillas. Despite the cold, the hill children are going wild in the snow, and they may try to lure you into their play by sneakily pelting you with snowballs.
Cetagandan allies, however, may not be met so warmly, and at the first sight of ghem soldiers, any children out playing in the snow will be immediately ushered into their homes. Unaccompanied outsiders from the Cetagandan base might have an easier time talking to the hillfolk, but any attempt at digging information about the guerrillas out of them will get you stonewalled fast. A sneaky hill child or two may steal away from their home to approach one of the "bad guy" outsiders to sate their curiosity.
the barrayaran camp
Morale is higher than it has been in a while after their recent victory, and the guerrillas are in high spirits. And do they ever love their spirits – as night falls, most of the Barrayarans gathered around the campfires are enjoying the deceptively named, dangerously alcoholic moonshine they call maple mead. It might start out sweet, but it burns all the way down, and a few glasses of that stuff will tank even the heaviest Barrayaran soldier.
But the storm rages on despite their celebration, and preparations must be made. Clearing as much snow off the tents as possible will help ensure that no tents collapse overnight, the horses need to be tended to, and the officers are always running training drills. Food is in real supply now, but the guerrillas need help foraging and hunting nonetheless. And when night falls, you'll have to find a way to keep yourself warm – it's a good thing there are a cozy ten of you to a tent.
the cetagandan base
The Cetagandans outnumber their guerrilla enemies almost seventy-to-one, so their base has not been completely devastated, but it hardly looks to be the work of a few raiding parties. Nothing is beyond repair, but the water treatment plant has been taken offline, which means that all water is now locally sourced and must be treated by hand with purification tablets. No one in the base will starve, but fresh food is mostly unavailable until they get the grow labs back online, which means that meals are mostly comprised of ration bars and MREs. Morale isn't exactly at an all-time low, but none of the ghem officers seem to be in a good mood.
They won't hesitate to put you to work, either. They need all the engineers and laborers they can get for the grow labs and the treatment plant, and the medbay's inventory needs to be thoroughly audited before they can send a request for more supplies. But if you need a break, it's not too hard to slip away for a little quiet downtime. Some of the lower-ranked ghem ladies might let you participate in some more artistic activities, or maybe some of the enlisted soldiers who are a little more used to you by now might invite you into one of their Cetagandan games of strategy. Or, since the treatment plant only affected potable water, you could appreciate your comfortable surroundings and take a nice hot soak in the bathroom while everyone else is working.
the fight
PVP
You're in the midst of a skirmish with the other side -- maybe you signed up for the battle, maybe you just got caught up in the fight -- but at least it's easy to tell who's on what side. Only one side is wielding swords, and the other guns.
But then you come across someone who doesn't look like they're either -- not one of the rugged Barrayarans or the face-painted Cetagandans, but an outsider, an exotic like you. They must be. So do you fight?
RECON
Maybe you're not on the front lines, but there's plenty more to winning the war than just fighting. You're partnered with another outsider on recon; the ground is cold, and you try not to let your shoes crunch too loudly on snow as you scout, scanning for patrols or supply lines.
Or maybe you're with the Cetagandans, hiking it thorugh the mountains with one of your fellow exotics in an attempt to locate the enemy camp. Except it's damned cold, and there's hidden ice everywhere, and everything is starting to really look the same.
--
Feel free to write prompts for your character on either side -- you don't have to choose just one for the TDM! Just label it clearly so folks know. GO WILD, MY FRIENDS
The Morrigan || The Wicked + The Divine
[It's as cold as a witch's tit out in the snow, but Mistress Morrigan seems to be getting on just fine without any kind of heavy clothing. She's spent a lot of time simply contemplating the snow, squinting into the sky, and generally looking pretty fucking ruffled. Yes, it makes sense that she, a god of war and death, has been pulled to a warzone-- but on another goddamn planet seems like overkill. And why hadn't Ananke come to do something about this clear case of god-napping?]
[Because she was apparently supposed to run amongst a giant army with guns against a rabble with swords. That wasn't gross at all.]
[She turns around and immediately spots a little girl peeking at her from behind a tree. Morrigan smiles--]
Now why is little red-nose scurrying around when she could be home and far from Gentle Annie?
[She crouches down and extends her hand to the girl.] Come here scrap, not time for bed yet, someone might try to tuck you in.
[2] Cetagandan Base
[The soldiers lean in, on the edges of their seats, waiting for her to continue.]
As you proceed down the hallway, the very air seems to be making a valiant effort to crawl down your windpipe and close off your lungs. Only through extreme focus can you suck the acrid oxygen in and stay standing--
Everyone make a constitution save.
[The soldiers roll dice, some of them whoop in success, one of them groans and buries his face in his hands.]
You piss yourself and pass out. You'd best hope your comrades attempt to wake you, lest the next room fuck the rest of the party.
[3] Recon
[There's a steady stream of ravens making its way towards the forest, the cawing more piercing and angry than any murder of ravens before. What are they so pissed about?]
[The stream nosedives into the trees, and once they're close enough to the ground a woman starts to be built from the birds disappearing into her body. Soon, there isn't a single bird-- just a black-haired woman walking through the woods as though she'd just stepped out of an Uber. An Uber made of birds.]
[She sighs and unfolds a map, looks around and folds it up again.] No wonder the good little soldiers keep coming back with fewer toes.
[4] PVP
[Surprise, motherfucker--]
[This is coming right at you. Flaming red hair, face of a raven, screaming bloody murder. Are you going to take a swing at this, or do the smart thing and run for your poor, unfortunate life?]
[Or Wildcard Times~!]
((OOC: "What the fuck is up with this chick?!"
The Morrigan is one god with 3 parts to her-- Empress Morrigan (black hair, black band across her eyes, usually default), Badb (red hair, black triangle on each eye, shows up when she's angry/fighting), and Gentle Annie (bald with small blonde patch, black rectangle down one eye, a healer). She switches back and forth, sometimes in the middle of sentences.
Does your character notice? Oh yes. Yes they do. What does the switch look like? Like they blinked and there's another woman standing where the one you were talking to used to be. It's just a thing, don't stress too bad~ ♥ ))
[Recon]
"Which side you on, humie?" Because even someone made out of birds still counts as human-ish, right?
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“Were that I human,” she sighs. “Perhaps I would not find myself here if I were.
“Judging from your garb, I would be your enemy. Though Badb has an itch she will never satisfy, Mistress Morrigan has no wish for you to meet her.”
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She has to be, otherwise everything she's facing down right now might seem too real from moment to moment. She'd have to come to terms with the fact that she's coming very close to dying while wasting time fighting a war that has absolutely zero to do with her aside from a ride home.
"What other voice would you have come out of one who looks as I do, after all?"
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"I am three, if we are getting technical," she says, flashing her most mysterious smile. "But to keep this shit simple-- I am not Badb nor Gentle Annie when I am like this, so I am called Morrigan. For short. I suppose you have not spent much time reading mythology on Wikipedia?"
PVP
Holding his hands up, he backs up a quick step, hoping she can recognise him despite the uniform they insisted he wear. It doesn't really go with his jacket, but at least it's an extra layer. And he wasn't leaving the jacket behind either, given how little he'd been dragged here with.]
Shit, Marian! It's just me.
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How has Baphomet found the same fate I have? Could this be a trick this field is playing on my lonely eyes?
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Still, despite the fact the Morrigan probably wouldn't be comforting by most people's standards, he's known her a lot longer. Seeing her here, despite the circumstances, makes things a little less alien. He leans down slightly, the hands on his face familiar and even welcome, despite the fact she's probably going to claw his eyes out as soon as she thinks about the fact they've never seen each other around camp.]
Well, I can understand why you might want to see me. Not much else worth seeing around here.
[He grins, before it fades.]
Same way you did, probably. Woke up here, no way home unless the war ends, right?
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[No she wouldn't have. It's him, and it's always been him and always would be. He knew that, but she, like him, has to play the game.]
Doubtless they expect their war to be fought and won by those who had no say in their joining. We are wasting time here, and the Cetas will not have their ears bent to even the words of ill-tempered Badb.
[Picture that, Baphomet.]
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[At the heart of it, it's always been too good to seem true. She's always been better than him, and he knows that, too. That's why he has to fuck it up, as only someone with the ability to make truly epic bad choices can.
But for all that, he always ends up coming back, and she always ends up taking him back, and he's not sure he could ever really stay away. Putting the fun in dysfunctional, as well.]
Funny, that. I've had the same problem, except with the other side. I don't know what they were expecting, but I've never been very good at following orders.
[He can picture that all too well, and he's suddenly a little glad to be over in the other camp, despite the lack of facilities.]
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[She runs her hands down his uniform, thinking.]
That is something we share. Even Gentle Annie is not pleased with how many we have sent to their beds.
This battle could be made shorter, Baphomet. This game needs a master, or two. One with each half of the story.
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[He raises his eyebrows at that, because it sounds pretty dangerous. The leadership on his side doesn't seem all that tolerant of fuckups- and Baphomet is, let's face it, one giant pile of fuckups- but on the other hand it's Morrigan suggesting it. She always was better at most games than he was, and in some ways, this is a very big, life-sized wargame.
And if he's found out, he can always claim he's using her as a double agent, right?]
If I get what you're suggesting right, you want us to share information, right? Little leaks, here and there? Things that won't get a lot of people killed?
[For all he's a god of war, he doesn't want full-on battle. That's not going to work here, and it's all the more likely he'll get killed. The safer, less death-prone course of action is more... accelerated attrition, until one side has to give in.]
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I am not advocating either of us tip the scale in one direction, no. It would hardly be fair, these people versus two immortals? [That's said with a healthy amount of sarcasm-- because she's fairly sure they can be hurt and worse here.] Perhaps... a stalemate would encourage one party to seek warmer climes. Ending this conflict and returning us to whence we came.
[She hoped.]