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eachdraidh2015-05-11 08:41 pm
knightscode) wrote in eachdraidh2015-05-11 08:41 pm
Entry tags:
- elise de la serre: assassin's creed,
- gilgamesh: fate/zero,
- hermione granger: harry potter,
- kinomoto sakura: cardcaptor sakura,
- lancelot: bbc merlin,
- loras tyrell: asoiaf,
- luke castellan: pjo,
- merida: brave,
- nico di angelo: pjo,
- snow white: once upon a time,
- yoshiya kiryu: twewy,
- zhaneel: mage wars trilogy
VOICE | SEELIE LOCKED; EARLY MAY
[ A few hours after Ariadne's post, which came after the monarch audience.
Lancelot's voice is clear and calm, if a little tired. This sort of thing always drains him. ]
For those who do not know me my name is Lancelot, I am marshal of the Seelie forces. If we have not met before, forgive me. Things have been busy of late, and today is no exception. I would like to preface by saying if you have any questions you are free to approach me, either by locket or in person. I am often in the training grounds here in Caer Glaem or over in the White Citadel. I never turn away a question or help offered, and I do my best to be transparent and honest in my answers.
Recently a lot of activity has been noted from a group known as the Cult of the Fox. For those who do not know, they are a native group who have a strong anti-shardbearer sentiment. Since all of us are shardbearers this is a little difficult to ignore, and ignoring it is not something I would recommend in the slightest.
I will do my best to explain, but if something is unclear you need only prompt me. The Cult of the Fox rose after an ex-shardbearer known as Reynard the Fox was felled by the joint effort of many of us. He used to rule Maupertius, and he was... Well, he had long since lost his mind. He betrayed all his allies and butchered many of us -- stole shards from people's chests to amass power. Reynard is now long dead, although for anyone curious I am happy to share what I know of him, but the Cult of the Fox rose on the premise that Reynard was seen to be fighting for natives. I am not so sure that is entirely true, but it is true that many of the actions of the courts are at the cost of natives.
Nonetheless, cult activity is particularly heavy in Daonna and Leathann of late. The cultists have already hung shardbearers, and are far too dangerous to approach alone. Their masks make you forget their faces, and recently someone suggested they can mimic the faces of others -- can reach into people's minds. If you intend to go to these areas I would suggest you think twice, or if you must that you do not go alone and you go well prepared for trouble. Natives of this land can sense the shard in a person. It is not simply a matter of not telling them you are a shardbearer, they will know.
We've been doing our best to handle the unrest but the natives have lost some of their trust. It is best to tread cautiously, for they will not always take you in good faith.
On the subject of shards, if you have never been taught the nature or use of your shard it can be done. Shards have a natural power to them that you can call on. I do my best to hold lessons when I can, but if you are unable to make them I will try to make time for you. It is a thing worth learning, especially in these troubled times.
Keep yourselves safe.
Lancelot's voice is clear and calm, if a little tired. This sort of thing always drains him. ]
For those who do not know me my name is Lancelot, I am marshal of the Seelie forces. If we have not met before, forgive me. Things have been busy of late, and today is no exception. I would like to preface by saying if you have any questions you are free to approach me, either by locket or in person. I am often in the training grounds here in Caer Glaem or over in the White Citadel. I never turn away a question or help offered, and I do my best to be transparent and honest in my answers.
Recently a lot of activity has been noted from a group known as the Cult of the Fox. For those who do not know, they are a native group who have a strong anti-shardbearer sentiment. Since all of us are shardbearers this is a little difficult to ignore, and ignoring it is not something I would recommend in the slightest.
I will do my best to explain, but if something is unclear you need only prompt me. The Cult of the Fox rose after an ex-shardbearer known as Reynard the Fox was felled by the joint effort of many of us. He used to rule Maupertius, and he was... Well, he had long since lost his mind. He betrayed all his allies and butchered many of us -- stole shards from people's chests to amass power. Reynard is now long dead, although for anyone curious I am happy to share what I know of him, but the Cult of the Fox rose on the premise that Reynard was seen to be fighting for natives. I am not so sure that is entirely true, but it is true that many of the actions of the courts are at the cost of natives.
Nonetheless, cult activity is particularly heavy in Daonna and Leathann of late. The cultists have already hung shardbearers, and are far too dangerous to approach alone. Their masks make you forget their faces, and recently someone suggested they can mimic the faces of others -- can reach into people's minds. If you intend to go to these areas I would suggest you think twice, or if you must that you do not go alone and you go well prepared for trouble. Natives of this land can sense the shard in a person. It is not simply a matter of not telling them you are a shardbearer, they will know.
We've been doing our best to handle the unrest but the natives have lost some of their trust. It is best to tread cautiously, for they will not always take you in good faith.
On the subject of shards, if you have never been taught the nature or use of your shard it can be done. Shards have a natural power to them that you can call on. I do my best to hold lessons when I can, but if you are unable to make them I will try to make time for you. It is a thing worth learning, especially in these troubled times.
Keep yourselves safe.
private;
[Something Gilgamesh admits, surprisingly, and does so under a filter. He sounds... disappointed. Not in Lancelot, or even the Seelie at large, but in himself. The frown cannot be seen, but it can be felt. Gilgamesh has clearly taken this as a personal failure.
However, unlike before, the maddened resolve has evaporated. Lancelot needn't redirect his attention when it's already elsewhere.]
She believes so strongly in her own independence, so resolutely in this corruption that has seized her simply because she has chosen it. No words from me will sway her, no actions on my behalf will convince her, short of cutting the shard clean from her chest. It is no longer a rescue I seek, but a release from that which curses her. No less will bring her peace, of this I can assure you.
[It's difficult to tackle the rest. What did this man know of his struggles, his legacy? Better he just overlook it. He's in no mood for arguments and it would seem Lancelot has come to his own conclusions anyway, so what's the point? Lancelot lays out bait for him and he takes it on purpose to distract himself.]
I have heard of the madness it caused. I know the rot of its child left a terrible mark upon this land. And I know it is a beast of some renown, not unlike that of the great Bull I once fought, heavensent, for I am a hero and adventurer as much as I am King. These things I sense by instinct.
private;
He decides to let it slide, just as Gilgamesh overlooked his own desire to argue, and focuses on his response. ]
The whelp was young and small, a great deal less powerful. The jabberwock of legend, of the stories told in this land, is a much greater threat. It left the land around Treun barren for some years, The Red Famine they call it. The creatures that fought the jabberwock were the dragons of Caer Glaem, and it felled them one by one -- they were hunted all to extinction. The only other thing able to hurt the jabberwock was pyrii fire, and now that Verla stands on the brink of being lost... if the jabberwock rises, we are out of options. Solais believes there is no other way it can be destroyed, not even a piece of it.
no subject
[The confession comes, mostly unprompted, though partially because it's now apparent Lancelot tiptoes around him on purpose. He can't find fault in it, too tired and too taxed to call it out. So he just goes on, not as the tyrant, but as the man pushed too far, too fast, too soon.]
The Saber I loved and longed for has been destroyed; all rhyme and reason, what remains of sanity and sound judgment gone as well. My throne has been stolen and my crown has been taken. If you would ask this of me, I cannot help but do it.
[He's the Golden Hound, after all. To fall on a leash is all but natural. There's no fight left in his words or attempts at instigating. Just resignation.]
Commit what you can to Leathann. To some semblance of that lost home. Do this and I will present its head on a pike to your Solais; do this and the worst shall not come to pass, as I know you were told the truth from my knight. By my order, believe every word he spoke as if it were the word of God.
no subject
Lancelot considers this, and the contrast to who Gilgamesh has been otherwise still leaves him uneasy (people so mercurial are dangerous, Lancelot mislikes such tendencies) yet there is... something to be said for making allowances. For giving chances. Lancelot's voice is calm and even, betraying little but easy confidence now. ]
I do believe Diarmuid. I believe that he believes in you, that he truly does care for you. You have been honest with me so I will be honest with you. I know you are are aware I have been loathe to trust you. You remind me of Reynard, and once I did trust Reynard. My trust was betrayed. My friends injured. Reynard was meant to be a great champion, the best warrior in Drabwurld. Reynard kept me in his dungeons for a week before I finally escaped his guards. I want to place my trust in you, I want to believe in a man Diarmuid respects and holds dear -- but Diarmuid himself recognises I am wise to be wary. I will send what can be afforded to Leathann. We still have court workers who live there, and even if Leathann is not our land that affords me an excuse.
The world you held dear may feel lost, Gilgamesh, but there is much beauty and wonder to be had in this world. There are crowns and commands that can be won here.
no subject
They could waste time pecking at each other for it, but Lancelot makes the wise choice of speaking bluntly and honestly to the King. He doesn't lie. He doesn't serve some other agenda. He doesn't try to huff and puff or play games. He simply says what he thinks and acts as he believes. Gilgamesh can respect this. He can respect it, and so proves Diarmuid's words true. He concedes and he behaves.]
The truest measure of a man lies in battle. Save your faith until then, until the time comes when I fight with you and you with me and we may see in each other whatever we will. For that beauty and wonder, so sworn upon whatever remains of the dignity and grace of my crown...
[The feed shifts to video, just for a moment, just so Lancelot can catch a quick glimpse. Gilgamesh salutes with his fist drawn over his heart. It is a gesture born of honor.]
If you call, I will come, and I will fight. I am the great Hero, Gilgamesh. May no enemy of yours, of the Seelie, stand and live.