Anthem - Day 3

The Fey Nakoms gather around Lily like the gentle descent of leaves from an ever-dying tree as she looks down at the arena.

It unfolds before her, a verdant and mythical landscape carved from a few’s imagination, all theirs to control, but lately that control has been wayward, seemingly out of their reach. Hand on the railing, heart over the edge, there is a disquiet in her that hasn’t ceased since day two, marked by the absence of deaths.

The greatest offense a gamemaker could make was, well, a bad game.

Not on her watch.

Behind her, an orb floats by, similar to the ones the tribute touched but more advanced, pulsing blue and red with various controls. She pauses. It waits patiently.

Then she smiles something demure – a rabbit’s smile, her mother says, although it was said with a hint of irony. Her mother knows that her daughter’s desires are far from tender. Astrid’s the night sky and Maddox the burning sun, but Lily has always lurked the realm between, a creature of liminal spaces.

“Let’s commence.”

Her fingers press on a button, to which the whole arena sighs.

The sun abruptly fades, giving way to lilac clouds, and the stars blossom into view, casting their ethereal glow. Mushrooms release their bioluminescent glows, and ancient trees of bygone ages shake their moss-carpeted limbs. Every fairy and fey there is in the arena erupt into giggles as an eternal twilight descends under her little shadow. Her laughter, ordinarily muffled by the wingbeats of the Nakoms, resonates through the air, beckoning all who hear it.

The message is clear.

Let the twilight remain until blood is spilled.

Congratulations, tributes, on surviving Day 2! 

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The sun vanishes.

It happens so quickly that the tributes can only watch as a time-lapse unfolds before their very own eyes: lilac clouds appearing out of nowhere to choke the daylight to death, and stars twinkling into existence with a glistening fury, casting their ethereal glows over the arena. In a galaxy of colors, aswirl with sweet-scented pollen, the fungal grove awakens from its slumber.

The rest of the arena does the same. Giggling fairies crawl out from under lily-pads and fireflies release themselves into the purple sky, fluttering together in unison as a beautiful yet eerie twilight overtakes the landscape. Sounds of strange creatures shrill through the air, interwoven with songs, whispers, giggles. Everything blossoms. Everything dies. What is the concept of life and death in a place like this?

What is the concept of anything in a realm unbothered by rules?

Welcome to the true feywild, tributes.

Do not trust the trees.

Do not trust anyone.

You know what comes next.


GENERAL INFORMATION.
Day 3 ends on Friday, July 7th.

Please see this post for areas affected by the Blight on Day 3.. 

Highly recommend checking out the Muttation List for inspiration & information on how your tributes may have ended up facing their mutts!

Day 3 Specific RE's: Here, Here, Here

Posting is mandatory for all tributes.


MANDATED FIGHTS


CRUMBLING CENOTE

Bad Influence (Caspian, Ulysses, Jayson, Torian) vs Faemous (Peregrine, Bellamy, Larissa) vs Numair ^† 
Posting Order: Ulysses, Caspian, Larissa, Torian, Jayson, Peregrine, Bellamy, Numair 


CANOPY FOREST

Cock vs Belles (Hespie, Leonora) vs (Panda, Elise) ^** †
Posting Order: Leonara, Hespie, Elise, Panda 


The Feylost (Vallen, Lillybird, Quentin, Elijah) vs Bad Blood (Luna, Xaahira, Thomas, Will) †
Posting Order: Will, Thomas, Vallen, Luna, Lillybird, Xaahira, Quentin, Elijah 


Blighted Hearts (Olete, Krueger) vs Unnamed Duo (Magi, Lara)^ †
Posting Order: Magi, Krueger, Lara, Olete 


Additional notations:
* denotes that a mutt will start the fight
^† 1 tribute death is required
^⁑ tribute moves up one slot in turn order (IC sponsorship/RE perk)
^! tribute opted for double healing
^{^} tributes were moved. moved tributes have the option of gathering items from original location or new location, but not both.
^** betrayal rules apply for this fight 


CLIMATE.
The temperature is mild, but the blighted areas of the arena feel colder. As the twilight descends upon the arena, everything is lusher than it previously was, growing verdantly so. The air smells sweet, tinged with pollen. 

Temperature: 52°F/11°C
Humidity: Low

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