vrykolakas: (face of looming violence)
the brucolac. ([personal profile] vrykolakas) wrote in [community profile] eachdraidh2015-02-09 06:51 pm

vi. video. unseelie locked. night of the 7th.

[News has reached the front lines. The Brucolac has rubbed his face clean for this broadcast, but his pupils are blown, blood drying in his eyebrows, and he hasn't taken off any of his armour.

He looks like cold hell.]


Those at Caer Scima who got out. The Ninth Spire has room for you; if you need to avoid the sunlight, the cellars are ready. Blood, food, medical aid, a place to sleep, whatever you may need. Go via fairy ring, or else follow the Criostal down to where it meets the sea.

I can't meet you. [He grits his teeth, rubs at one brow with a spike-gauntleted hand, sounds like he's furious at himself for it.] Needed at the front lines. Give me some days. Until I return, my captains have orders to take you in and treat you well.

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[personal profile] gandere 2015-02-09 11:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Clucking her tongue in apology, she tries to refrain from asking the stupid questions. This kind of work alone wasn't possible for Seelie shardbearers, so there was an element Saber failed to plan for somewhere. ]

Be safe.

I'll try to see if I can help from Mair.

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[personal profile] gandere 2015-02-10 12:06 am (UTC)(link)
I'll speak with him--[ The Lord of Mair, clearly. ]--and see if I can convince him.

[ It shouldn't have to be said out loud that there was no choice he'd listen. One's a general, the other is a child who has done well at keeping her tactician mind secret. ]

Do you... ugh, do you need what I can provide? [ Blood in the form of gems. It's not much, but it might make a difference. ]

I can send a familiar to deliver them to you.

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[personal profile] gandere 2015-02-10 12:26 am (UTC)(link)
[ That nervous squeak was probably meant to be laughter, but... ahhh, of course he is. Of course. ]

I'll leave you to it then.