FATE-Prism/DOMAIN - Red.txt

The warbling gate is a golden ring with a red magic wall, looking like a slowly dancing image of flames
 
RED DOMAIN 
 
# In the main area:  
https://youtu.be/Ava45CrcDPQ?si=fDugZT4a8JKcZ1bv 
 
# In the cavern: 
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gXYnUvln9So 
 
## Upon exiting the RED gate, 
You immediately feel an immense heat hit you right in the face and the sound of drum beats. Once the sensation of your eyes being soft boiled wears off, you see you are surrounded by wood and grass huts, coconut trees bearing ripe fruits, and several people bearing their bodies under minimal clothing. 
 
Welcome to the **Volcano** Domain! 

*BEHIND YOU*
The Gate is firmly attached to the side of the volcano itself, dug slightly into the side wall.
 
*TO THE LEFT*
A group of four are currently slow spin roasting a four foot pig on a spit roast over an open fire, apple in mouth and everything 
 
*STRAIGHT AHEAD*
Six people are dancing a good old fashioned hula dance in a row, one banging on a pahu drum and leading them in their dance 
 
*ON THE RIGHT*
A few people are climbing trees and either picking fresh coconuts or cutting segments of tree leaves off, both being handed down or tossed into straw baskets below

*FURTHER BACK*
The grass huts appear to be various little shops and inlets full of handmade goods and clothing, mostly leis, grass skirts, tiki pendants, magic rings in a bright RED hue, and other on-theme memorabilia.
 
*PIG ROASTERS*
The people see you approaching and tell you that if you're here for the feast, it'll still be a bit, as the pig was only recently picked up and isn't quite ready.
(ASK ABOUT DM/REGALIA) They will immediately point you to the Volcano, and let you know the boss man is working right now in that cave vent. 

*HULA DANCERS*
When your group approaches, all the dancers (all female BTW) smile and break up their line, dancing your way to give each of you a lei of flowers, before seamlessly resuming their lineup like it never happened. The drummer crosses his arms and laughs boastfully at their flawless execution.
(ASK ABOUT DM/REGALIA) The dancers all simultaneously point and guide your attention to a vent cave on the side of the volcano, and the drummer states proudly that if he's anywhere, THAT is likely where.

*TREE CLIMBERS*
When you approach, the people at the base of the trees all wave at your group, asking how they can help you
(ASK ABOUT DM/REGALIA) One of the tree climbers leans out and yells at your group, saying they saw the "red man" in the Volcano cave earlier, before accidentally dropping their coconut in hand. But the one below him is fast enough to move over and catch it before it lands.

*SHOP*
Despite their being multiple huts, only one is open at the moment, ran by an Asp woman whose red nametag reads LANA. "Hello, what can I get for you today?"
*ASK ABOUT DM/REGALIA*
"Oh you want to see Aodaghan? He's working the forge right now. Wouldn't recommend bugging him, but if you really need to see him, just go in right there." She will point toward the volcano cave entrance.

INSIDE THE VOLCANO CAVE

The entrance to the cave is nothing special, clearly dug out by hand and tool, but goes in deep enough to where you can't see where it ends immediately.
 
As you walk deeper in, the heat becomes far more intense by the second, but your ears fill with the strange sounds of metal on metal and metal on stone in the distance. After a few minutes of walking, you find yourselves face to face with a full on mining and smithing operation.  
 
On the left is a group of massively muscled men and women swinging pickaxes into the rocky volcano walls, yanking out chunks of rock & raw metal ore, and tossing them into a crate. At one point you hear one of their axes SNAP right under the head, but this is apparently such a common occurrence they have a literal crate full of brand new ones, which the man simply pulls a new one out of and resumes like it was nothing.
 
Opposite them on the right is a row of large iron anvils, with just as many muscled people pounding away on chunks of metal to mold it into various shapes and sizes.

(NOTICE ROLL) And you spot one anvil is split in half, long ways. 

Between them is a ten foot wide plume of hot smoke rising out and going straight up through a hole in the rock above, and you can tell that this is the source of the immense heat.

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*IF THEY ASK*
A boar with a red namtag that reads GARSEN pauses at the anvil and laughs. "Oh THAT? Some asshat came through here a couple years ago with a fancy slab of metal and made a blade out of it, broke the anvil by accident. We were gonna replace it, but it's like... how many times you see an anvil split long ways, ya know? Fucking hysterical!"
 
A gruff voice in the direction of the Lava pool speaks out. "Damn straight, it was 'see it to believe it' type shit."

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You couldn't see it at first because of the immense heat and smoke coming up out of it, but between the miners and Smithers was a pool of magma with a single worker, a very tone and very red bird man, his nametag on his pec reading AODAGHAN. He's currently grabbing chunks of the ore and dipping it by hand into the magma for a brief moment (hand and all) before pulling it out and letting the melted metal slip through his fingers into specific trays.
 
AN ALARM GOES OFF 

Garsen suddenly stops what he's doing and turns to the others, giving a loud WAHOO before yelling QUITTING TIME! Every worker suddenly puts down their equipment and starts to pile out, avoiding your group as best they can through the path that you came in. But, the red man by the magma pool is still here, routinely taking handfuls of the metal ore and dipping it into the pool, filling trays despite noone being there to help. 
 
Upon being asked, he points out a pile of empty metal trays. "Whatever it is can wait, I got an order to fill. Either make yourself useful and bring me those trays or cop a squat in the corner, I don't give a shit which." His irritation is causing his words to practically come out in a snarl.

*IF THEY HELP*
Each metal tray is surprisingly thick and heavy, taking a surprising amount of effort to lift and move over.
 
When finally finished, he hops out of the pool and slips on his smithing apron, revealing himself to only be wearing a pair of shorts made of (you would assume) some kind of super kevlar. He puts each tray on top of an anvil to let them cool before finally turning to your group. "Aight, I'm done. Now what the fuck do you want from me?" 
 
*MENTION APPRENTICE*
"Ah, my old apprentice sent you my way, did he? Ain't seen "im in 30 years or so." 
 
*MENTION REGALIA/DM*
"OH fuck me, you ain't one of them hero types, is ya?" He groans exagerratedly before continuing. "Aight, here's the deal--" And an explosion occurs that rumbles through the volcano cave. "--and this chat is on hold. We got assholes." 

*WHEN THEY TURN AWAY*
The red bird man flies right over you at surprising speed, wings spread and shooting fire from his feet like jet engines. By the time you make it out, he is hovering in the sky and staring down at the issue with a murderous glare, a group of Marauders fucking with the locals and breaking all the huts. 
 
The bird man divebombs them at mach speed, only turning up at the last possible second and creating an explosive air current that knocks everyone on the ground back, even a couple islanders. He then grabs each Marauder from their disheveled area and throws them into a pile close to the cave entrance your group is standing at.
 
The bird man suddenly lands in front of them, collapsing his wings against his back. The Marauders pull out their weapons and aim them at him, but he shakes his head in disappointment. "You fuckwits made a huge mistake comin' here and startin' shit. You ain't leavin' without a harsh lesson." 
 
He raises his right arm and reaches behind him, pulling out a massive six foot long two foot wide black sword, aiming its tip at their feet, and states with malicious intent, "I invoke... FURIOUS BURNOUT." The blade itself suddenly glows bright red, and their entire group suddenly becomes encircled in a wall of flame, causing them to move closer to Aodaghan, which is exactly what he was waiting for.
 
What you witness is the most brutal, one-sided beatdown you have ever witnessed. More flames than a house fire, more screams than a haunted house, and more bodies flying through the air than a paratrooper squadron. And by the end of those 38 seconds, the charred, battered, and bruised (but barely still alive) bodies of all eight Marauders are lying in a smoking heap. 
 
The bird man sighs deeply as the ring of fire slowly evaporates, then walks away for a moment, grabbing the snake woman from the shop by the back of her shirt and lifting her straight up into the air. "Call th' Thunder Force, cleanup on aisle eight." She quickly nods, fear in her eyes, before dashing off for the gate.

He walks back to your group, and cracks his neck VERY loudly. "Well I feel better.. now where were we?" 
 
*ASK ABOUT MAGIC SWORD*
"Right, you prob'ly wouldn't know. See this sword? This is my Regalia, the Flint Flametongue. See, each one's got some of the owners' magic in 'em, an' you can use it like a spell free o' charge. In my case, it summons an arena of flame. If they go too far, they get their ass toasted. And they stay too close, they get their shit stomped."

"Now that you seen it, I gotta assume that means you wanna try an' earn it, yeah?" He raises his sword and rests it against his shoulder.

"Well too bad. I actually got some time to myself for once, so I'm gonna use it. But uh... you ever want your ass served to ya on a silver platter, you come see me." He will spread his wings and take off back into the volcano cavern.