Anthem - Day 7

"There once was a knight called La, flying brazenly across the skies," Lily sings. "A siren called Pe with shards for teeth, and a warrior by the title of Ma who had many secrets to keep." Nakom wings flutter around her like fallen autumnal leaves. Her fingers tap a rhythm on the wooden desk.

"There once was a prince by the name of Be, crowned by blood, and a boy scholar that had lovely horns and a name called To," her song continues. "There once was a magician named Ga, or so he said, and a lonesome boy who spoke to the trees called Ul." 

She looks longingly at the outtake of the canopied forest before her, deep and fathomless. On some days, it appears mystical enough to make her forget the blood, sweat, and tears that had gone into its creation. The leaves glisten, the shadows sway. She could taste the very essence of it from here, and smell its heady perfume of rot and earth. Her dreamscape, her fairyland.

It would have its rightful heir soon. 

Congratulations, tributes, on surviving Day 6! 

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Once the final cannon of the day sounds, a light and cleansing shower of rain instantly falls upon the blighted woods. The pitter-patter is comforting first, gentle and soft, but when it does not seem to show any signs of stopping, the forest quickly becomes a swampland, a fetid-smelling morass of rot and muck. Gnarled roots drink the rainwater, then grow into more tangled nets. You feel it, tribute, you feel the dark heartbeat of the woods beating rigorously all around you.

You feel it match the one in your chest.

The rain continues. It is not a downpour, but rather a sheen that makes every blade of grass in the arena gleam sharply. You feel your senses be whetted by it as well. And over the lulling beat of the summer shower, you hear the calls of other creatures and the songs emanating from the wildflowers themselves. The wildflowers, they all sing of death.

Then they harmonize altogether as the anthem plays, flashing in the sky:

Thomas O’Quinn, District Twelve
Xaahira Mahdavi, District One
Vallen Watkins, District Three
Willow Hush, District Twelve
Lillybird Ludwig, District Five

5 dead, 7 remaining. As if to honor the knowledge of what this entails, the silver moon that looks down on the arena changes hue all of a sudden to a deep, rich violet. It is not the color of blood, you notice, but rather the color of royalty.

In a few days’ time, after 6 deaths, one of you will be crowned as heir.

The arena hungers for your ascension. Many-legged shapes move in the canopy forest, scuttering about expectantly, and briars now choke the blighted woods with zeal. The lilypad lagoon glows, and the fungal grove pulses in a fury of colors. The air is so sweet in the fruit orchard you could choke on it if you’re not careful, and strange voices can be heard in the cenotes, belonging to bygone tributes …

Trust nobody, tribute.

Not even yourself.

The forest hungers. 

GENERAL INFORMATION.
Day 7 ends on Wednesday, August 14th.

Please see this post for areas affected by the Blight on Day 7.

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

Day 7 Specific RE's: Here, Here

Posting is mandatory for all tributes.


MANDATED FIGHTS


LILYPAD LAGOON

Krueger vs. Magi^{^}†
(Posting Order: Krueger, Magi)

FRUIT ORCHARD

Larissa vs. Ulysses^†
(Posting Order: Larissa, Ulysses)

FUNGAL GROVE

Bellamy vs. Peregrine vs. Torian^†
(Posting Order: Peregrine, Bellamy, Torian)


Additional notations:
^† 1 tribute death is required
^** 2 tribute deaths are 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.

1v1v1 mechanics will apply for any fight with more than two tributes. 

CLIMATE.

A gentle shower of rain paints the arena a more verdant shade than it already was. The air is crisp- autumnal, or that of spring. The wind on your face is cool, but you feel your palms sticky with sweat. There no longer seems to be a season, only a deep gloaming. Heat licks at your cheeks once second, and then is whisked away by rain. 

Temperature: 52°F/16°C
Humidity: High

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