Scalvoris Relief Effort: Volunteer & Donations

[Sephira]

Name: Sephira Blackwood
1. Are you donating money / items? Y/N : No
Please state how much / what item(s):
Confirm that any money / items have been deducted from your ledger:
2. Are you donating time? (Y/N) Yes
Please state how much: 1-3 trials
How would you like to represent that time?: Threading about survivor rescue and clearing out rubble
One thread, multiple threads : Likely one solo, but I'm always up for a collab.
Solo, unless pmed for a collab. Feel free to shoot me a pm if anyone is interested.
3. Anything else? : Sephira is showing up to help out and represent the Elements.

[Amaris]

Amaris Nyme

As the trial had broken, the darkness fading, the councilor had contemplated their actions. Going into work seemed like so mundane and pointless a task - it was more like moving in general seemed like a feat bound to bring forth some sort of disaster. As if they were a magnet for it, a carrier of some unknown trait that attracted danger and inevitable death. But the voice that pestered them even in the reaches of their sleep, often affirming the same beliefs they had, was not of the mood to deal with them for much longer. That perhaps if they did move, the death and despair they were so sure they caused would be inflicted upon themselves if they made something of the trial. And while they thought it ought not be the best to think of such things, maybe it would be true enough. They made short work of getting dressed, armed with the possibility that the trial would be no different or that they might know peace for once. Sure to keep the back window locked tight, they were on their way.

There were a number of things that could have passed the break. Attending to their actual work, perhaps. No; something about it just didn't sit right with them. The silver-haired councilor was aware of things that would be considered more pressing that could be done. There was the relief effort, they supposed. The main concern was how much help they could have been. Likely not much. The last time they'd attempted to help, they had not proven useful. Sighing, they made their course for the volunteer center.

The details of everything were still somewhat spotty for the mixed blood. There was only the faint murmuring of conversation for them to go on, even after the council meeting at the tail end of Cylus. They were beginning to think they might never figure out much of what had happened at the docks. Or that they would be stuck trudging through supposed exaggerations and the truth lurking beneath. Perhaps this was better to know; from what they had heard, the incident was nothing short of a devastating blow to Scalvoris Town. The effects of it were clear, though, in both people and the lay of the land. It reflected on the haggard faces around them, the torn ground of the explosion site. The land would be pocked, scarred by the events, and so would the people. There was no doubt that there was a mixture of relief and impatience riddling those affected. Relief that it was over and perhaps they would have closure. Impatience that the people behind it all had yet to be caught.

Finding the location to volunteer was more than easy. There was enough talk about it as their had been about the incident it dealt with the aftermath of. The town was abuzz with activity, vibrating on the same frequency of urgency. For things to return to as they had been. Amaris, for a moment, feared that Volker might see it fit to make an appearance at such a place, but soon figured it would be detrimental to him. It did not seem like he'd liked Faith or had a particularly philanthropic disposition - and Oor was likely no different. The most he would attempt to do was perhaps take bodies without being seen. For what, they had a clear idea of, but it didn't make it any better. A chill went through them at the thought, ducking their head as they entered the room in which volunteers and donors were being received.

In the walk over, they had considered handing over a sum and returning to their home in a hopefully uneventful trek back. That would have been the easiest way to handle the situation, they supposed. But, then again, Amaris had never been very good at handling even the easiest of situations. So, instead, they thought maybe it would be best to donate their time instead. Standing in the cluster of a line leading up to the tables with weary, but smiling volunteers with voices raspy with their need for rest, they took in the situation fully. They were once more involved in some kind of relief effort, but this time on a scale larger than a few tornadoes.

It was dealing with something that had ripped through the supposed safety Scalvoris Town had lulled themselves into. To aid in the healing of an open wound left on the place they'd come to know. Or think they knew. Their jaw clenched, eyes narrowing as they thought. They'd managed to avoid this devastation by, essentially, hiding. Or maybe that was what they were beginning to tell themselves, spurred forth by the voice that wouldn't let them rest. Maybe they could atone for the loss of life they could not prevent. Maybe they could do something useful for once and not have them same impending sense of uselessness even as they did their dues for both their council position and work for the Order.

Soon enough, they were finding themselves in the front of the line with a smile directed at them. You haven't done anything; why smile at you? Perhaps this was truly a terrible idea. Maybe they should have stayed home after all. Offering a much less appealing smile, they stood there a trill as if lost before realized they ought to let the woman know what they were there for. There was a moment in which familiarity of some sort dawned on the woman. Just the barest furrow of a brow before they rose again as the woman quickly jotted their name down before addressing the much taller of the two.

"What would you like to donate to-trial, councilor?" The answer was perhaps not as immediate as they would have liked, words fumbled or caught in their throat. They were getting worse; it was a thing they noticed and the woman before them did as she seemed somewhat perplexed with her unwavering, tired smile. They were deteriorating and they knew full well what the cause of it was.

"I'd like to spend some time partaking in the relief effort," they managed, swallowing shortly after any trivial things that might have left them. For a moment, it felt much like the people around them might have also noticed their current state. That perhaps someone had taken noticed and would henceforth take pity on them. Give them help as they gave it. The somewhat forced and crooked smile returned to their lips when they noticed it had fallen slightly. "Only about a trial or two, unfortunately."

The woman seemed pleased with at least an answer, jotting this information down as well. With a shake of her head, she chuckled. "No need to apologize, councilor; we understand you're very busy with other things." It must have just been them; were they being mocked? Who wouldn't, to be fair. There were a lot more concerns than how the wildlife was faring in all of this. The woman must have assumed that was the cause of their limited ability to attend. In truth, it was a crippling fear and growing dismal disposition that kept them from doing more. They were beginning to think they might need to reconsider not donating money or items. But they didn't have much to give to begin with.

Jaw clenching once more as they blinked rapidly, they awaited an affirmation to walk away. A trill later the woman looked up from her list and nodded with the same smile she'd worn to start. As if feeding the growing monster of negativity within them, they thought for a trill that the smile might have dropped into a sneer. They blinked again, stepping away to allow another person to be listed. Part of them suspected they may have made a mistake in getting out of bed this morning after all.

Maybe they were simply imagining all of this. It would not be unusual - they thought. But their perception of things was questionable at best these days, plagued by faceless voices and nightmares that weighed on them even when they awoke. They had to wonder why it was so hard to just do the right thing. This was it, right; doing the right thing. Giving help where it was needed felt like the right thing, but would it matter? Would it make up for their not-so-right decisions? The inaction, even? Too heavy were the thoughts that weighed down their shoulders, a byproduct of the silent ruminating they had done in the trials before.

They should not have tried to leave the comfort of their room - but it couldn't quite be called comfort with the memory of what had transpired there still fresh and replaying in their head. Dare they close their eyes, the gruesome display would be right there to greet them as if they were reliving the moment. They had seen plenty of injuries before, but they supposed that wasn't the problem. Ducking their head once more, this time to attempt hiding their face, they shuffled out of the room and headed for home.

Off Topic

Name: Amaris Nyme
1. Are you donating money / items? No
Please state how much / what item(s): N/A
Confirm that any money / items have been deducted from your ledger: N/A
2. Are you donating time? (Y/N) Yes
Please state how much: 2 trials
How would you like to represent that time?: Mostly in handling the injured and sick.
One thread, multiple threads - multiple
Solo, Collab - Collab with Faith and anyone else that would like to participate.
3. Anything else? Nope!

[Nightshade Eld]

Amaris

Points: 10/10

These points CAN NOT be spent on magic.

Knowledge:
Cosmetology: dressing quickly
Endurance: going through a trial while being somewhat depressed
Resistance: ignoring the negative voice
Psychology: the voice of paranoia
Psychology: understanding the emotion of a large group
Psychology: the effects of paranoia

Loot/Loss: N/A

Injury: N/A

Renown: 5
For your lovely contribution to the efforts!

Comments: Look at you being a good person (grudgingly)! Amaris is so great, jumping to the worst assumptions about everyone. They really have zero confidence in those around them. Amaris has a very interesting personality and thought process here, it's quite amusing to watch their reactions throughout the piece. Honestly tho I feel that feel. In all seriousness, I really feel for Amaris during this, for such a short and simple thread it truly shows just how not alright they are. Keep up the good work dear~

[Whisper]

Dear Professor Augustin,

We here in Viden were terribly distressed to hear of the strife in Scalvoris.

Please consider all of Viden's resources at your disposal in the relief effort. We will initially send a large delegation of experts: engineers, scientists and medical professionals who will assess the damage and begin to support the teams you no doubt already have in place. A report will be returned to Viden, where we can better judge what further supplies and people may be send over. Given the close links between the two nations, we know that Scalvoris has modern technologies, however we have made a few modest advances in a variety of fields and, if we can provide these, we will ensure their quick delivery.

Please do not hesitate to contact me if further assistance is required.

Faithfully,

Lord Selek Fahe

On Behalf of the Viden Directorate and Academy

[Faith Augustin]

And when it was done.....

In the trials and seasons which followed, there was still work to be done. But somehow, by sheer determination and hard work on the part of so many individuals, on the first of Ymiden 718, the new docks opened and the people who had been left homeless moved in to their new accommodation. In the time that it had taken - four months in total, one hundred and twenty three trials - they had been housed in temporary, barracks style accommodation for a few trials, then moved into large, communal houses for the remainder of the time. Those houses had been bought by Faith for Beacon village and on the 1st Ymiden, returned to her ownership.

Final numbers were as follows:
1. Four hundred and eleven people are known to be died. Of that number:
-- fifty six were pulled out alive, but later died. Of those fifty six, fifty of them died within the break. Five within one trial. One lived two trials but their wounds were too intense.

2. Three hundred and one people have been pulled out who have survived. Of that number:
-- forty two have lost limbs
-- seventy one are children.

In the Garden of Remembrance at the middle of the residential area, the names of those who died are commemorated by a list, carved into a stone sculpture. So too are remembered the volunteers and the names of over one thousand citizens of Scalvoris are listed, with thanks.