Main Gryphians UMA Thread
Event Start: November 1
Event End: November 14
Shop Opens: November 8
Shop Closes: November 16
The Avionic Void has been defeated!
Day One Results
Day Two Results
Day Three Results
Day Four Results
Day Five Results
Day Six Results
Day Seven Results
Day Eight Results
Day Nine Results
Day Ten Results
The Finale
There is no changing of the seasons on the Atlas Station, but the Gryphian calendar traditionally celebrates the time when Aquilia would turn colder, the leaves on the trees changing color and tales of mystery would be passed through generations. It is this time when the Atlas Station is brimming with cheerful patrons enrobed in costumes and colorful masks. Snack stands and treats galore line Tailwind Alley, visitors dance to lively music, and thus starts a festival to celebrate a successful year.
This just so happens to be a time when a certain avian shopkeeper shows up, having been absent for... weeks? Months? They croon at customers and laugh raucously at their own jokes, bejeweled accessories clinking as they rapidly move about. They're focused on sales, and once they spot you, they beckon you over.
"A-ha! Come here, come here, you!" they shout over the buzz of onlookers rifling through goods. Their presence seems to be as star of this show, considering the attention they are getting. The robed corvid Gryphian spreads their arms with a flourish and beams. "I have something oh-so special for you! Let me just get it from the back--"
As The Jack of All Trades moves to gather whatever surprise they seem to have for you... everything goes dark. The festival crowd immediately halts any conversations, the music echoing in the chamber immediately ceases, and hesitant murmurs fill the air. After a moment, a small 'click' is heard.
"...That wasn't me. I swear." Illuminated by a single flashlight, the Jack of All Trades stares out into the sea of bewildered faces watching them, the only light source present. "I mean it!" they add in a ruffle of feathers, as other shopkeepers turn on their own flashlights, light lanterns, and turn on portable screens until a dim glow stretches across the expanse.
"I think the power's out," a Gryphian in the middle of the room shouts, met by some soft groans and shuffling of feet. Surely The Captain would do something about this, right? Gather the staff about the station and fix the problem post-haste?
Fifteen minutes go by, and most in the festival area mull around impatiently. Most fidgety is The Jack of All Trades, who clicks their claws against the flashlight over and over as they pace their shop stall. It is exactly at minute sixteen that they let out a sharp huff.
"I'm getting to the bottom of this. I'm not spending the rest of the night bored out of my wits!" they exclaim, pushing up the sleeves on their robe to make a point. Gripping the flashlight, they stomp their feet as they make their way through the crowd, people parting the way as The Jack of All Trades stalks to the entrance of the hall, wing feathers twitching. They look over one shoulder, eyes scanning for a moment before locking eyes with you. They beckon with one claw and a glint in illuminated crimson eyes. "You! Let's go. It's time to solve this mystery."
Your mission, should you choose to embrace it, is to get to the bottom of the power outage at the Atlas Station! The Jack of All Trades will lead as you help decide where to investigate. Each day at rollover, another choice awaits. Maybe you'll find something interesting, or maybe unravel even more mysteries...
You do not need a Gryphian to participate in this event! All you need to do is choose...
Day 1: The first hall splits into two paths: to the left or the right.
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