Time passes much more quickly in Rohandor and many long and happy years have gone by since the characters retired to enjoy their respective 'happily ever afters,' their greatest foes were imprisoned in the Forever Stone, bound in an eternal sleep. Until Now.
Happily Ever Afters takes place in Rohandor, a mystical realm on another plane of existence from our own. Here our favorite Disney heroes and villains live in a world all their own; Alive, but far from well. Heroes and heroines fight to keep peace while newly freed villains seek their revenge. Come join us in an epic adventure as the characters you love clash in a struggle that will determine the fate of Rohandor!
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Participating Characters: Moana Forum Location: Other Locations / Arendelle Time of Day: Late afternoon Weather: Late afternoon sun Thread Location: An abandoned shingle beach Premise: Moana needs help fixing her Drua and getting back out to sea
She jolted awake with a gasp, eyes wide despite the sun's harsh rays. Almost instantly pushing herself into a sitting position, she looked about her with a sense of urgency; large, brown eyes tracing the length of the unfamiliar shoreline on which she found herself. At first, her mind was blank, memories hazy, unable to recall how she'd come to be sprawled out of a foreign shore – a shore unlike any she'd ever seen. Instead of sands or slabs of hard, volcanic rock, jagged flints littered the expanse, sharp under her fingers, like the scales of a giant, stone fish. Everything looked grey, drained of colour and incredibly bleak.
Moana found the shore only more so when her gaze finally rested upon her drua.
The vessel, her transport that bore her over the waves, had looked better. Both hulls were scraped badly – no doubt from being forced over shingle, and its cream sail had been torn in two. The mast itself hung at a funny angle, and the rudder had splintered. A few feet from the boat lay an oar, snapped clean into four uneven pieces.
It was seeing the destruction that reminded the young explorer of the events leading up to the present. She had been sailing – she so often was. The sky had been clear, the open water calm. It had been a shock when waves had surged – no storm clouds over head – and a swell had taken hold of her ship and wrested it from her control. Moana remembered the height of the wave, the sheer speed at which it carried her and her craft. She remembered bracing herself, huddling her companions close to her chest and trying to push them into the craft's hold...
Her companions. Where were they?
Her heart pounding in her chest, the young girl scrabbled to her feet, not caring that her bare soles might get cut and nicked upon the shards of stone under foot. Fighting off the momentary dizziness that gripped her, she sprinted toward her seafaring craft as fast as she was able, stumbling as her limbs at first resisted the sudden movement.
“Pua?! Heihei?!” She shouted louder than she'd expected, though the sound was still drowned out by the crashing of waves. Soon enough, Moana was dragging herself up onto the drua, clambering over its damaged shell, and diving toward the wooden hatch that led to the limited storage space the vessel possessed. Pulling it open with a strength born of desperation, she peered into the shadowed space, terrified of what she might find.
Two faces looked back at her – one of a worrisome pig, the other a blank, uncomprehending stare belonging to a rooster. With a long, loud sigh of relief, Moana collapsed into the space herself, gathering both the creatures to her. The pig, Pua, were he able, would have clung to her, and instead chose to nuzzle against her bronzed skin. He hated seafaring anyway, and such happenings were the reason why. Heihei, on the other hand, just sat there, eye's bulbous and a little crossed, his only movement pecking at Moana's hand from time to time.
Clinging to both for a good few minutes, overjoyed for their safety, it was only then that the girl looked up toward the mast overhead – and indeed to torn sail. Groaning, Moana flopped onto her back, releasing the animals, arms and legs outstretched in a starfish shape. Scrunching up her face, she raised a hand quickly and scrubbed it across her slightly furowed brow. “Great,” she muttered sarcastically, more to herself than anyone else, though Heihei squawked loudly.
Moana wasn't sure if he was agreeing with her or not. One thing she was sure of: her father was not going to be impressed.
Post by Owen Burnett/Puck on Aug 6, 2017 10:55:08 GMT -5
Owen looked at the shingle beach with a certain level of interest. Arendelle reminded him a great deal of his travels in Eastern Europe: it was very cold, and the architecture was lovely. He’d been sent to possibly speak to this Queen Elsa who ruled there; she was said to have the command of ice and snow at her fingertips. Additionally, it could be a useful partner in trade, both for Xanatos Enterprises and, well, opening up this world to a wider array of technology.
Owen wondered not for the first time if expanding so rapidly was wise, but that wasn’t his decision to make.
A cry and a crash got his attention, and he looked down to see a decent-sized sailing boat on the shore. A young woman, clad in simple clothing, was seemingly its captain.
Normally he didn’t lean towards being altruistic towards complete strangers unless there was something to gain from it, but….Owen was intrigued. She looked unlike any other inhabitants of Arendelle he’d seen thus far. Perhaps she came from another land.
Making his way down the slope, he came closer to the girl and saw that she seemed to have two animal companions: a small pig and a glassy-eyed chicken. “It appears you need some assistance, young miss,” he said by way of introduction.
Moana didn't stare at the damaged mast above her for too long. Dejected though she felt, it was an emotion that was only ever with her for a short time. She tended to be an optimistic, positive young girl – something that triumphed even in darker times. Though her drua had been wrecked and stranded, her companions were alive and well, and that was far more important than the state of her ship. She'd also been in far worse situations when attempting to return TeFiti's heart; the odds against her had been far more dire than those she faced. Thus, it was something that with time and effort she'd overcome.
Thus, rather than lie around and feel sorry for herself – something which most certainly wouldn't help the situation at all – Moana pushed herself to her feet, pulled herself out the hold she'd been laying in, and began to examine her sea craft in order to determine exactly what would have to be done to repair it, making a mental note as she went. Pua trotted behind her, happy to be on dry land, and Heihei walked the length and width of the hold he'd been stashed in, pecking at various items with no apparent purpose.
It was just as she'd leant over the side of her boat to examine it's hull that she heard a voice; tinged with a strange accent, though she understood what was said. Someone had questioned if she needed aid. Bolting upright, her large brown eyes affixed on a blonde man with a chiselled jaw line, who looked like no man Moana had ever seen. Staring for a moment, she froze, uncertain of how to react. One one hand, he could have been a helpful native of the shores she'd washed up on. On the other, he could have been an unhelpful native of the shores she'd washed up on. It was hard to determine which – but she knew from experience not all encounters were friendly.
However, unlike the coconut pirates – the Kakamora – the newcomer wasn't brandishing weapons at her, or did he seem at all irritated by her presence. It put her mind at ease, at least somewhat, though she ushered her pig back toward the hold in order to keep him safe. “Uh...hi!” she began finally, pushing some of her wild hair from her face. “There's just been...a small boating accident...” She smiled, albeit a little awkwardly, as if to show she had things in hand. “But everything's fine!” Moana didn't think she sounded as convincing as she hoped.
Obviously, she needed help – but she still wasn't sure she could trust the strange man who'd appeared in even stranger clothes, and working alone would make repairs take longer, but she was more certain to be safe.
Post by Owen Burnett/Puck on Aug 8, 2017 9:31:51 GMT -5
Owen regarded the young woman as she tried to play off the extensive damage to her raft. "Everything certainly does not appear to be fine," he deadpanned. "Your raft is damaged to the point where it can no longer sail, and judging by your clothing, you're....not from around here."
He pulled out his newly acquired smartphone (post-90s technology acquired from elsewhere; really quite wonderful) and began sliding through a list of contacts. Construction companies? Or perhaps even a sailing outfit that Mr. Xanatos was familiar with. There were all sorts of options that he could pursue, should the young woman want so. "I can have someone come to pick it up and repair it if you so desire. You're currently in the kingdom of Arendelle on the Isle of the Mountain in Rohandor. I'm...assuming you don't know what any of those names mean or what I'm talking about." "My name is Owen Burnett," he continued. "I'm a representative of someone who has a great deal of influence in many of these lands. Given that you're evidently new, you'll need someone to give you a rundown of the current situation, as well as accommodations for yourself and your....pets. My employer and myself would be happy to provide such things."
Judging the man's response to Moana's incredibly unconvincing lie, he'd not believed her. Pulling a slightly sheepish face, she regarded her boat when he suggested it would no longer said, and then quickly looked down at her attire when he made it clear she was an obvious foreigner to the shores she'd washed up on. Both points were obviously accurate. She wiggled her toes awkwardly against the wood underfoot. “I...the damage isn't that bad. It just...needs a few repairs,” she started, before realising her positive spin was pointless. It would take days, if not weeks, to get her craft operational again – and that was even if she could find what she needed to repair it. Strange lands often bore strange trees, and only certain types of wood would fix her drua and keep it afloat.
Relenting, she stooped and scooped up the pig and rooster, one under each arm, and slid from her boat back to the shingle beach. If the man meant to hurt her – he made no obvious signs, and if anything, he seemed to be leaning more toward 'helpful' than 'unhelpful.' She was in no position to turn down aid, and her initial caution was fast waning.
Moving toward the oddly dressed man as he flicked through a device that looked like some kind of magic stone tablet, she paused at his side. He offered information as to her whereabouts – Arendelle and an Isle of Mountain and a Rohandor. Nothing he said meant anything, but she nodded, dark curls bouncing -and then nodded more quickly when he correctly assumed she didn't have a clue what he was talking about.
Introductions came next. Strange man became Owen Burnett – quickly suggesting he worked for some sort of ruler, and could provide her a place to stay. Puffing out her chest a little, attempting to look a little more confident and important, she returned the gesture. “I am Moana, Chieftain of the people of Motunui.” Holding the pose for a moment, the effect was somewhat ruined when Heihei squawked. Deflating, she sighed, looking back at her boat. “I do need somewhere to stay while I fix my drua...” Glancing back to Owen, she tried a smile. “Do you know if this island has coconut palm or bamboo?” They were, after all, the woods that would best repair her boat.
Post by Owen Burnett/Puck on Aug 9, 2017 9:42:06 GMT -5
Now Owen raised an eyebrow at her further attempting to salvage the situation. “I’d hardly say that’s a few, young miss,” he said. “I’m not a nautical expert, but even I can tell that it will have to be completely repaired from the ground up.”
She introduced herself as Moana, chief of Motunui. She looked awfully young to bear such a responsibility, but perhaps that was simply the way of her undoubtedly islander culture. She wouldn’t have been out alone on a raft if it wasn’t.
“Charmed. I presume these are your pets of a sort?” He indicated the chicken and the rooster with a slight nod of his head. Unusual pets perhaps for most people, but not for an islander.
“Splendid,” he said, still dry as a bone. “I’ll make arrangements to have your drua picked up once we return to the lodgings in Arendelle.”
“Unfortunately,” he continued, “the country you’ve come to is a completely different climate than what I imagine you’re used to. This beach is known as a shingles one, and the only kind that they have. Most of the country is mountainous surrounded by bodies of water; one could travel on your drua through them, but we would have to go to another part of Rohandor in order to gain the proper materials.”
He paused, hoping to let the impact of the words sink in for Moana.
Moana looked between Pua and Heihei as they were referenced. Then, glancing back to the blonde man's face, she offered a smile. Lifting the rooster awkwardly, she held him out toward Owen. “Heiehi.” As was his way, he stared blank and uncomprehending at the other human. “And Pua.” She nodded toward the pig that was all but clung to her. Then, re-affixing her gaze on the pair, she wondered if she'd call them 'pets' herself. They were, technically, but she felt that they were much more than that – companions and equals rather than something she had dominion over. They were free to do as they wished, so long as it wasn't putting them in harm's way, and they most certainly didn't do things on command. However, she kept her musings to herself, as they were far from important in the situation in which she'd found herself.
Her would be rescuer went on, in a tone Moana found very hard to decipher, to suggesting things were 'splendid' – and would arrange her drua moved when she had found somewhere to stay. At least, she assumed that's what 'picked up' meant. The only way she could think to pick up a canoe of that size was to gather a large tribe in order to hoist the craft onto their shoulders – though it was hard work. It was much easier to push – but she felt it rude to ask specifics or offer advice. After all, she knew nothing about Arendelle's customs.
Another explanation was given; notably about the land's geography and natural resources, but the suggestion they'd have to go somewhere else to get the materials necessary for repair caused Moana to glance back toward her craft, eyes wide. She had barely been separated from her canoe since she'd found it in the Cave of Ancients, and the thought of it being 'picked up' and moved without her caused her stomach to knot.
“Do you know where it will be taken?” Moana queried, clearly a little uncertain about leaving it. “Is the other part of Rohandor far?”
Post by Owen Burnett/Puck on Aug 10, 2017 9:10:32 GMT -5
Pua and Heihei, hmm. His inclinations towards believing that she was from an islander culture was starting to grow stronger. It was quite possible this Motunui was somewhere in the Pacific Islands, one of many cultures that resided there. "A pleasure to meet them as well."
As to her next question: "The closest equivalent to the materials we would need are on the islands of Hawaii, which normally would be a considerable distance away from Arendelle. But the magic of this realm means that travel between the various islands is quick and easy. It will not take terribly long to transport your vessel and have it repaired there."
He dialed in a number to the construction wing of the company and managed to get a fairly reliable foreman on the line. He explained the situation and they said that they would prepare to be in a location in Hawaii that Xanatos Enterprises already had operations in, and that they would send someone to pick up the drua shortly. Clicking the phone off, he looked more than a little satisfied with himself.
"I've just informed my company of your plight and they will be along to assist soon. Now that that's been settled, perhaps I should show you to your potential lodgings? Or we can explore Arendelle if you would like. It may help you get used to the rest of Rohandor if you end up going elsewhere within it." A pause. "I can't say I've ever heard of Motunui, though." Under his breath: "It must be a recent addition..."
“You're transporting my canoe to another island?” Moana blinked, and then stared, incredulous. Her only experience of transporting vessels came from rescuing damaged craft that hailed from Motonui. Often, it was impossible, but from time to time, they remained buoyant enough to leash the injured boat to sturdier drua with ropes, then drag them back to shore, albeit an awkward and painstakingly slow process. It was a feat she'd only ever seen performed from the open water – and only short distances were travelled. If the island she needed was a 'considerable distance' away, surely it would take an age to reach it?
Her uncomprehending gaze matched Heihei's for once, and slowly, her brows rose. “Won't I be trapped here for weeks?” If not longer. She had no idea where 'Hawaii' was, though the blonde man himself had said it was quite a way away. Even though he'd mentioned 'magic', Moana struggled to believe his suggested venture would be 'quick and easy.'
However, before she got any real answers, the oddly dressed male raised his magic tablet to his ear and began talking into it. Oddly, it talked back, and the young chieftain tilted her head, a gesture that both Pua and Heihei copied – all three staring at the man as if he was some sort of wizard, mouths agape. It was only when he lowered it again and offered various options that Moana was able to snap out of her trance, shaking her head quickly.
“I...” she started, though found her gaze drawn back to the little black square in Owen's hand. Slowly, she raised a finger, pointing at it. “Is that...magic stone able to contact anyone..anywhere?” Before she explored the island or found shelter, Moana had to ask that one pertinent question. If the answer was yes, the first thing she would do is let her father know that she was safe.
Post by Owen Burnett/Puck on Aug 11, 2017 7:32:38 GMT -5
Owen blinked. "Yes, it shouldn't be that difficult given my resources and the size of the craft," he said in response to the first question. That and he'd asked the company to be relatively discreet in the equipment they sent. He didn't fancy tearing up one of Queen Elsa's beaches and having to answer for doing that. "You would not be stuck here, in point of fact; the travel in Rohandor between its various islands is done between boats, and you can explore them as you see fit during your boat's repairs. You could even travel to Hawaii to oversee them if you wish. I merely thought it prudent to offer temporary lodging for you and yours given the current situation."
The next question would prove to be trickier. "Unfortunately, my 'magic stone' cannot contact those who are not already connected through the technology of my own lands, and I suspect your people are not, though I am quite happy to be wrong. But if Motunui is now connected to Rohandor through its magic, then the same rules of quick, easy travel should apply if you wish to check in with your tribe and family."
He straightened up slightly and adjusted his clothing. "Really, you don't have to do anything that I've suggested, but I wanted to be the first to offer an olive branch to one who's newly arrived."
Of course, there were more pragmatic motives at play here. The tribe of Motunui would undoubtedly be grateful to him looking after their arguably too-young chieftain, and that could lead to....opportunity.
Moana pulled a face as the options that confronted her seemed to multiply. As it stood, the strange man with a peculiar red necklace had suggested she stay on the Isle of Arendelle and explore, go to find lodgings, accompany her boat to Hawaii using some magical system of travel, go and visit her father using the same means of crossing the open water, or choose to do none of the above. At least there was one certainty: in order to use the magical black stone to contact another, they too had to be in possession of one – at least if she'd understood the explanation correctly. If there was one thing that Moana was certain of, it was that no-one on her island had ever seen such an enchanted tablet before, and thus weren't likely to be 'connected.'
Tilting her head, one brow raised in a very Maui fashion, the young chieftain regarded Owen with a definite sense of confusion. “I...” she began, without realising what on earth it was she intended to say. Everything that had been thrown at her sounded like a viable course of action, though which was best she had no clue. She knew, in the pit of her stomach, that her father would be worried for her – but also that he had coped with her being gone for far lengthier periods of time. Thus, returning to Motonui to explain her ship was damaged but that she was safe was not her highest priority.
That left overseeing her boats repairs, or remaining in Arendelle.
Chewing her lip, Moana weighed up the dichotomy, and then finally decided on the latter. While she would normally never leave her canoe in the hands of another, if the man had the ability to transport the drua over the seas to another island in it's damaged state, he knew more about sailing than she did – and likely more about boat repair. She would wait a few days, learn the lay of this new land, and request to meet its ruler.
She was, after all, a chieftain, and part of ruling was forging friendships with other tribes for the benefits of both. Perhaps Arendelle could be the first tribe she treated with? Puffing out her chest again, attempting to seem confident in her choice, Moana relayed her decision to Owen. “I would like to remain in Arendelle.” Then, with a little less sure-footedness, she explained why. “As chieftain of Motonui, I should...meet with the chieftain of these lands.” There was a slight pause, and then the girl looked a little bashful. “Only...if you could help me to find somewhere to stay...” Moana tried a smile, hoping to express her gratitude, and indeed make light of the fact that she was completely lost on foreign shores.
Post by Owen Burnett/Puck on Aug 15, 2017 6:52:29 GMT -5
Owen nodded at her words. "Of course. I'm afraid I don't have quite enough pull around here yet to arrange a meeting with Queen Elsa myself." Indeed not; he was still waiting on his own meeting to be approved. "But from what I understand, she's been meeting with royals and others more frequently as it is. So you should be able to accomplish that on your own."
As for a place to stay: "My own lodgings are in an inn not far away from the castle. I can purchase a room for you once we arrive, although I'm not sure if they would allow your animals inside." It was pretty unlikely that they would, in point of fact. "In which case, there are other places to store them for the time being."
He looked at the horizon. The sun was starting to get rather low. "We should be getting on our way, I think. It's generally much less hospitable to people unused to colder climates at night around here." It was said that even with this supposed "eternal winter" gone, people still felt an ever-present but friendly chill in Arendelle.
"My employer might be interested in meeting with you at some point as well. As I said before, he's quite influential, though," a small smirk, "not precisely royalty. If you so wish, that is."
She breathed a sigh of relief when the blonde man suggested he could offer her a place to stay. Even if he was unable to take her to meet with the 'Queen', there would be somewhere for her to rest, away from the elements while her boat was repaired. She didn't want to be out in another storm. “Thank you,” she offered, before cutting herself off, unable to say more. Indeed, he went on to suggest that neither Pua nor Heihei could accompany her inside the lodgings he stayed in, and Moana quickly – and indeed acting simply on impulse – stepped back from him.
Her grip on her companions tightened. She was never happy leaving them anyway. She felt even less so after the storm both had suffered through. Her nervous piglet, especially, would need attention. “I won't leave them,” she said, defensively. Heihei likely wouldn't notice if he was taken from her. He was, after all, far too stupid to pay much attention to his surroundings. Pua, though, would be highly distressed – and the thought alone made her heart sink to the pits of her chest.
Owen went on to mention the weather, and how cold it would become. Indeed, at his mention, Moana quickly realised how chill the air was, and how it made her skin goose-pimple. She couldn't afford to stand and be difficult – unless she wished to spend a miserable night on the harsh stone beach. Looking between her two familiars, she shifted them in her arms. “Maybe I could stay in the storage...places...with them?” Storage places – wherever and whatever they were. In her mind, all she could picture was a wooden pen.
As they began to walk from the beach, the blonde man that greeted her mentioned another wishing to meet the young chieftain, and she looked over at him. For a long moment, she said nothing. “Influential how?” she said finally. “And...why would he want to meet me?” Indeed, if he wasn't the ruler of a land, or the chieftain of a tribe – for that is what she'd come to understand 'royalty' meant – what sort of influence did he have, and what interest would he have in her?
Post by Owen Burnett/Puck on Sept 12, 2017 7:48:41 GMT -5
Hmm. Whatever these animals were to her, it was more than pets, clearly. "An unusual request, to be sure, but nothing that I think couldn't be arranged."
Ah, and here it was; she was smart enough to see under the surface of what he was saying to some degree. Nothing much got past this Moana.
He adjusted his glasses slightly before continuing. "The fact of the matter is that you have stepped into a much larger world, Chieftain Moana." He hoped that was at least vaguely in the direction of her proper title. "My employer is a man named David Xanatos. He is one of the realm's masters of business and trade; he built a veritable empire before we were pulled into Rohandor, and he now looks to expand even further with the new opportunities available to him."
A pause. "Yet even beyond that, Mr. Xanatos is a man who likes to keep abreast of all major developments and make allies even when they serve no immediate business purpose. Ergo, I think he would be deeply interested in meeting a new arrival either way. Of course, you would have no obligation to enter any business arrangements based on one meeting. He is not the type to force an unwilling party to bend the knee."
Admittedly, a half-truth; Mr. Xanatos would use force when necessary, but it was unlikely that he would attempt such with a young girl. More subtle manipulations would be required for that.
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