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Amalfi Heights Religion Plot (UNFINISHED):

phase one:

the amalfians explore mount kodiak with a few of their allies. they discover a forest and river, but mostly its just a mountain like they expected - not mentioning the vaguely threatening aura.

• a little while after they return from their exploration, the plague breaks out amongst a few of the members. this isn't associated with the mountain at all, as the plague came from the exiles. it's merely an unfortunate event. link to the exiles plague info
  • amalfi turns to the kinship circle for assistance with the plague
• not long after the plague, a rock slide on the mountain crashes into the village, injuring a few amalfians and destroying many homes.
• before the heights can recover from the rock slide, the temperatures begin to drop. freezing winds, heavy snows, and blizzards hit amalfi hard before they can prepare, increasing sickness and decreasing their food supply.
• the violent winter storms shift from heavy blizzards to freezing sleet and rain. this leads to the river flooding and ruining even more land & buildings, and harming prey & amalfians.
  • they potentially turn to their allies for assistance at this point

phase two:

the amalfians are weakened from blow after blow of natural disasters.

• undeveloped future points:
  • a vision from naleren explaining everything is the work of dherog
  • people are skeptic of this? people begin to accept naleren's word?
  • not sure if merioneth is still interested in having wenceslas be a preacher in this plot but potentially someone begins preaching naleren's word
  • mass trek to the yawning grotto to pay tribute/leave gifts for naleren
  • things get better after this
  • amalfi becomes centered on luxum religion

future traditions as a result of this:

• a yearly pilgrimage to the yawning grotto (during the late fall/early winter?) to pay tribute to naleren and her kindness of saving them from dherog's wrath (added bonus: new joiners are informed of the religious beliefs and can make a solo pilgrimage (along with a luxum priest) to the yawning grotto to convert (or if they don't want to go solo, they can bring along a trusted friend/associate/etc)
• a festival during the spring in honor of naleren and luxan beliefs. allies are invited, includes music, food, games, etc. the main event is a play depicting the history of the two spirits and how naleren eventually saved amalfi. this could be organized by a priest figure and put on by the youth? sort of like a children's christmas pageant type of deal.
• a new rank/title called 'priest' who is basically just someone who presides over/organizes weekly or monthly services regarding luxan beliefs, the pilgrimage to the yawning grotto, new converts, and the spring festival.

this is what i've got planned out so far! please throw out any thoughts on this as well as any suggestions/ideas you guys have!

(also, i need to find out if we're allowed to actually use the spirits in this plot (as in, having this all be a result of the real dherog and naleren) because some stuff might be difficult/have to change if we can only allow our characters to "think" that this is all the result of dherog and naleren.)

Instinctively his head turns towards the sound, eyes widening only slightly as they fix onto the owner of that voice. He hesitate briefly, nearly tripping over his own paws as he starts forward. "Kam-..Kamali?" It's like he doesn't really think it's her for a second. When was the last time he'd seen her? Too long. "Here, let me get that." He adds quickly, as he stoops forward to grab one of the flower pots. If one had only seen this simply interaction, it would seem like Lemon was a perfect gentleman. However, the truth was he was just really happy to see his mother again, and he didn't have the energy to hide that with his usual sarcasm and bitterness.

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They had set out up the mountain to see what secrets it held. They hadn't found much interesting, save for a feeling of unease. Not longer after returning, a grumpy lady had confrotned them about it, claiming to live up on the cliffs. Not much to worry about. Perhaps the rumors of a dark spirit haunting Mount Kodiak were just that - rumors. There didn't seem to be much to them, after all. Their entire patrol had returned back home unharmed, had they not? So what was the big deal?

A great trembling shook the small village of Amalfi Heights. At first, it might have felt like the beginnings of an earthquake. The ground seemed to be rumbling beneath their feet. However, upon stepping outside if one's cottage, they would be able to see, higher up on Mount Kodiak, great clouds of dust rising into the air. Then, slowly, it would become apparent what was happening.

Rocks falling from the heights of the mountain, tumbling over themselves in their rush to reach the bottom. A great sea of stone waves flooding down the mountain side. There was no time to react. No chance to prepare. There was only time to register what was going on before the rocky sea had overrun their small village. Boulders crashed into walls, large and dangerous. Pebbles and small stones were flying wildly through the air, crashing through windows and adding a flurry of broken glass into the fray. It was chaos.

Lemon ducked his head against the clouds of flinging rocks, doing his best to dodge out of the paths of any larger rocks rolling by. He rushed towards the center of the village, citrine gaze staring around in search of his clanmates. "Amalfi! Get out of the village! Meet at the Graveyard!" He shouted, hoping against hope that his voice would carry over the roar of the rock slide. He was planning on the Graveyard being far enough out of the way of the path of the rocks to provide a safe place to regroup and figure out if everyone made it out safely. But, in all honesty, he didn't know much about how rockslides worked. It didn't matter at the moment, anyway, because he needed to get out of here. They all did.

/ this is the beginning of the angry mountain plot! I'll get a thread up to track everything that's going on and all that fun stuff, but in the meantime, feel free to check out the suggestion thread for this plot in the ooc board<3

also please excuse any errors, I made this post while mobile in the car

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He had done his best not to show it, but he wasn't in the best of health right now. In fact, the symptoms of the plague had advanced a great deal without him ever deciding to mention it. It wasn't like they could cure it, was his reasoning for not telling anyone. There was no sense in worrying anyone about something they couldn't control. Unfortunately for Lemon in this particular moment, the occasional muscle paralysis had kicked in. With a violent cough, the boy would stumble to the ground when his back legs decided to stop moving and in that brief second of pause, a rock tumbled straight into him, slamming into his side and then over him a few feet before stopping, considering how much momentum it had gathered on its fall. He lay still for a moment, brain struggling to comprehend what was going on as the feeling of knives digging into his side erupted inside him. The serval tried once to move and gave up immediately with a hiss of pain. But the sight of heavy stone projectiles all around him forced him to push through. Spatting blood on the ground to his left, Lemon would force himself to his feet, teeth bared in a snarl of pain as he continued towards the plains beyond the village.

Not a moment later his gaze caught onto Mimzy and Pan. For a second, his own pain was washed away and replaced by fear for Mimzy's safety. His pace increased as adrenaline surged. "Mims! Pan! Get out of here!" He could understand Pan's need to find Wenceslas - Lemon himself was glancing around for Kamali in every spare moment he had, hoping to see her rushing out of the village - but nonetheless, there was no reason for the child to be in harms way while looking for Wen. In fact, it was possible the older male wasn't even in the village at the moment, considering he had other homes, namely to Kinship Circle. "We'll meet up with everyone in the Graveyard." Lemon added, hoping that would reassure the two kids that they would find everyone safely outside of the village, despite Lemon not even being able to convince himself of that.

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Amalfi Heights was known for their healing knowledge and yet, Lemon had none and the only form of healers they currently had were children. Farewellwishes was not as present of a Cleric as Lemon had hoped and their apothecaries needed to be trained before being promoted to Cleric. But, without the proper teacher, how would they learn? That was when Lemon suddenly remembered the Kinship Circle. Surely, they would have good healers? Perhaps they'd be willing to share their knowledge with Amalfi?

The serval was not in the best of shape. Ill from the plague and ribs broken from Mt. Kodiak's rockslide, Lemon looked a bit worse for wear. He had managed to hobble to the Circle's territory, a scarf wrapped over his mouth in hopes that his coughing and sneezing wouldn't spread the sickness anymore - though from their latest interaction with the Kinship Circle, he wondered if they'd been struck by the plague as well. After all, Wenceslas had mentioned not long ago the Exiles had unleashed rats on the Circle's land. Huh. Regardless, Lemon had made his way slowly and painfully over and now stood at the border, tired but trying not to breathe too heavily for fear of hurting his cracked ribs. He had intended to call out his name and all that, but at the moment found he didn't have the energy to yell. So, instead, he'd just wait for someone to approach.

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"Hey." He'd call gruffly, his nose scrunched up beneath the scarf that covered his muzzle. If he seemed a bit grumpy, it was only because he felt like shit. With his broken ribs and the claws of sickness having taken a strong hold, he wasn't doing so great. Still, he would manage. "..'M Lemon. How's the Thunderlands?" He was a bit short, but he meant no personal offense. He merely wasn't in the mood for long conversations and the fact that his ribs hurt with every breath and his throat was raw and painful made him even less inclined for lots of talk.

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Lovely, there were two Circlers already. That was all he needed. He'd organize the thing and then go home and pass out with a bottle of bourbon. Yeah, that sounded like a good plan. What had he come here for again? Right. "Hey.. I'm Lemon from Amalfi Heights." He'd drawl lazily, dull yellow gaze staring across at them. "Was wondering if you'd be interested in a joint herb training-session-thing? We got a few kids who know a thing or two but that's about it. I was thinking we could go over first aid and all the stuff everyone should know? Something like that?" He'd mumble, unsure how comprehensible his words were. Hopefully they'd get the gist.

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Tired, dull eyes gaze at the village. Their home. Rocks and debris litter the ground, a few cottages have been destroyed, while others range from major to minor damages. The ache in his ribs reminds him of other damages than the homes and he feels his stomach sink as he considers how badly this event will set them back, as they prepare to face the harsh winter ahead. The tall feline makes his way towards the meadow, amongst the rocks that were likely the remains of previous rockslides long before Amalfi Heights resided in this place. With a violent cough and shudder of pain, Lemon settles beside one of the firepits, lacking the strength to climb up onto one of the larger stones. No, he'd much rather just call the meeting from down here where its warm.

Blinking lazily, the boy glances around then calls out, "Amalfi! Please gather for a meeting." And then he pauses while they do so, jumping into his announcements only after he sees most of his small number of clanmates. "First of all, I want to apologize for how inattentive I've been. I missed the last two meeting dates and I haven't been around nearly as much as I should have. I've been a bit under the weather lately, but that's no excuse." They needed more from him, and he wasn't satisfied with his lack of effort lately. "Moving to some long overdue welcomes, uh, please say hello to Deerkit, Danse, Koipond and Kamali." He pauses to catch his breath then continues, wanting to get this all over with. "Fare, I'm afraid I have to demote you from Cleric as I haven't seen you around enough. Askatla is also demoted as she hasn't been around either. Positions can be earned back through activity and work." His words are slightly slurred and tired, but he doesn't seem to notice. He just keeps pushing on. "Pan, you can step up to Apothecary beside Mimzy - as well as Sorcerer if you'd like. Unfortunately, I don't know shit about healing and we don't currently have a Cleric. I'm hoping that a healer from one of our allies will be willing to tutor you two some, so I'll keep you guys informed on how that goes." Sure, that made sense right? His fuzzy mind wasn't entirely certain. "Also, the Dark Dynasty invited us to their Slumber party so go check that out if you want. Supposed to be fun, I guess. I'm gonna try to organize a secret Santa with our allies, so watch out for that if you're interested in signing up." He nodded, pausing to think about what else he should talk about. "Oh yeah, a shitload of rocks fell into our camp. That sucks. Make sure to get checked out if you were injured-" ironic, considering he still hadn't asked Mimzy to look him over, "-and obviously, we need to fix up the village because I'm not planning on sleeping outside this winter. We'll be getting to that soon." It was unfortunate that this happened when it did, after Pan had just gone to the trouble of organizing a fall clean up and everything had been nicely organized. "Also, there's some sickness going around-" He wasn't going to mention the plague yet, they couldn't be sure what the sickness was, "-so, don't share food, don't kiss each other, wash your paws, don't poop outside the designated areas, etcetera. Oh, and uh, stay away from rats." He threw the last part in just in case. The rats had spread the disease to the Exiles and Lemon wasn't going to risk anything, even though it was seemingly too late for him. "Oh, and if anyone is interested in becoming an ambassador, let me know. I think that's it, unless anyone has any questions or I forgot something." It was likely he did forget something, considering how unfocused his brain currently was.

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meeting notes:

-sorry for inactivity guys, life has been crazy and i'll try to do better!

-welcomes to deerkit . DANSE koipond x. kamali r.

- FAREWELLWISHES and Askatla are demoted

- PAN. can step up to apothecary

-Dark Dynasty slumber party

-There'll be a secret santa thread soon, as well as a rebuild the village thread so look out for both of those!

-If anyone has any litters they want added to the mass adopts or want to be an ambassador for an ally just let me know!

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The tall serval pads over, citrine gaze trailing over Airlea to land on the stranger - Twilightbreak. He stops beside his adopted daughter, ears flickering in slight interest atop his head. He looks horrible, in all honesty, with a scarf wrapped tightly over his mouth, hiding the mucus and blood and sickness. His fur is messier even than usual, his figure shifted into an awkward position to avoid the pain in his broken ribs. He doesn't look like a leader, that much is for sure. He mostly just looks angry. "Yeah, welcome to Amalfi Heights, Twilightbreak. M'name's Lemon. It's a pleasure." He grumbles, the last part sounding almost sarcastic but that was just him, nothing personal.

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Sick and injured, the boy would wander over, tired yellow eyes glancing over the two girls. "Eh, neat." He'd mumble, almost boredly as he didn't really find himself particularly interested in decorations. But it wouldn't hurt to make their camp look a bit nicer, considering the damage the rock slide had done. "A tree wouldn't be a bad idea. 'Tis the season 'n all that shit."

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okay so the Exiles is doing this already but i kinda want to do it anyway lmao.

if you wanna sign up, just drop your character's name and i'll add them up (i'll send out invitations to our allies to join in too if they want)

i'm thinking i'll pm everybody individually who they got and closer to christmas, amalfi will host a big christmas party with allies and everything where the secret santas will meet up and give each other their gifts.

although, i'm open to suggestions if you have a better way

list:

names here

The village was in bad shape. Rocks and debris littered the ground. Snow drifted through broken windows and holes in roofs. It was generally just a mess. Lemon did not feel like his was in a good state to clean up their devastated home, but what choice did he have? They couldn't go through the winter in this wreckage. "Amalfi! If you're physically able, we're gonna start rebuilding camp so come help." He glanced around once more, trying to make a mental list of everything that needed to be done. How were they going to fix the actual cottages themselves? He didn't quite know yet.. But they could start with cleaning out all the rocks and debris. And maybe restoring some of the firepits so it wasn't so damned cold. "If you aren't sure what to do, ask and I'll give you a job."

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Shit. Shit. Shit

Where the fuck was he? What the hell was going on? Paranoia takes over the young male's actions as he sprints forward, across unfamiliar fields of grass. Wait, what the hell? This place wasn't unfamiliar at all. "Oh shit... I live here." The stoned serval blinks dazedly at the mountain that looms in the distance. Damn, how long had it been? Almost half a year since he'd been back home. Whoops.

After their whole world fucking launched itself into a whole new universe or whatever this place was, the opioids he'd had stashed away had run out quick. Humans were pretty shit and Lemon didn't miss them at all, but he had to admit that their drugs were pretty good. And there weren't any left. All he had now was shitty homemade alcohol and weed. He'd spiraled for awhile. It was to be expected, honestly, considering all he'd ever been was a lazy asshole who was thrown into a leadership position after his mom fucked off to who knows where. He'd always used drugs to cope with everything because he'd never had any self control or healthy coping habits (he still doesn't) and as such withdrawal had hit him hard. So he did the only thing he had ever been good at; shirking all of his responsibilities and disappearing off the face of the Earth because he didn't want to deal with any of this bullshit anymore.

All of his friends and family had probably been worried. They probably thought he'd OD'd somewhere or maybe just killed himself because he was the living embodiment of teenage angst and desperately needed attention. Wait, what was he on about? He doesn't have any friends and his family had disappeared long before he had. Hah, it was probably a relief when he'd left and someone who actually knew what they were doing could take over.

But the best part of all of this was he couldn't even obscure his thoughts and emotions with Oxy because it didn't fucking exist anymore! So he had to settle for the weak high he got from marijuana whenever he could find it. Except all that did was make him more confused and paranoid than he already was. Wow, he really needed to start figuring his life out. How old was he now? Almost two years, right? Damn, he needed to calm down with the whole teen angst shit. He wasn't a kid anymore..

Nah fuck that.

Lemon was not in a good state of mind at this particular moment. In fact, he had very little idea of what was even going on right now. He recognized the village at the base of the mountain as he had lived there for quite awhile, however, his head was currently a mess of fuzzy memories and bad ideas. So he just stomps into the midst of the cottages uninvited and stops to looks around. Oh dang, which one was his house? He really needs to put up a sign or something because they all look the same. "Sugar! Sugar, where are you? I'm back, Sugar! Where's my house?" He's either unaware that he's shouting nonsense in the middle of their camp or he simply doesn't care. Both options are entirely plausible. But what he can't recall is what happened to Sugar. Deep down is a stabbing pain of loss that he doesn't understand. The past six months have been a blur of horrible decisions and he's a complete wreck. Everything is mixed up in his mind. All he knows is that he wants to see Sugar again, because she was the only thing that kept him sane. But she had been gone for a long time and had probably forgotten all about him ages ago. He just couldn't remember that right now.

"Oh shit, wait! I have a kid! Someone find my kid! She's, uh.. small and.. or maybe she's big now? I don't know.. she's got big teeth and.. looks nothing like me at all. Don't say anything, though, I never told her she was adopted." He's rambling in his disoriented state, his golden eyes staring down at pale yellow paws that seem to be moving even though he's standing still. The serval feels like he's fading in and out and maybe it'd be better if he just faded away for good. But he doesn't. He just stands there, in the village which used to be his home, trying to focus on not falling over because the world keeps spinning and all he can think about is how hungry he is.

/ whoops this was kinda long but uh yo I'm bringing this little shit back here so

sorry in advance for that

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