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eachdraidh2015-06-07 03:12 pm
fairyfoes) wrote in eachdraidh2015-06-07 03:12 pm
[ VIDEO ] LOCKED TO EITHER COURT.
SEELIE
[At approximately midday on the seventh, the lockets of all Seelie characters will vibrate. When they are opened, the following message will play:
High-Queen Solais is seated in her throne. While she is radiant, while light seems to surround her, she appears diminished. Her light seems softer, like it is being filtered through a shroud. The throne of High-King Ridire at her side is empty, his spear laying across it in two shattered pieces. Beneath it rests a blood-stained golden cloak.]
It is with a heavy heart that I must share this news. High-King Ridire - His Most Glorious, The Just, Lord of Light, and First Warrior of Glaschu - has followed his Avatar Clarisse La Rue - Marchioness of the White Citadel and Goldenspear - in death, just as she followed him in life.
[Solais stands. Previously hidden in her gown, it’s clear now that she is wearing a belt and sheathed sword. The sword is drawn, and the queen sets it on a cushion born by a servant. The gold and glimmer of her dress begins to fade, changing from bright to dark, mournful black. Across Glaschu and in other Seelie-controlled areas, bells toll.]
To honour his passing, we will set our swords aside for one week save for in great need. We will not wear the gold that he so favoured. We will remember him, the blows he struck and took for us, for our cause.
[Here she pauses, her strength seeming to momentarily falter before Solais pulls herself up taller.]
Remember our fallen King. Remember that all things must end so that others may begin. And above all, Look For The Light.
UNSEELIE
[It’s in the evening that each and every Unseelie locket will open no matter where they are across the Drabwurld. It is not Morla’s face that greets them, instead it is Reul. He is a dark figure, menacing still even when but a simple projection. Tonight he exudes smugness -- from the high tilt of his chin, to the way his eyes shine from behind helmet. It’s perhaps the closest anyone in the Drabwurld has come to his face and maybe some might now be wishing to never see the sight again.
Reul is a frightening sight, especially when pleased. ]
Greetings brothers and sisters; those who are my most loyal. [His voice is a calm baritone, a teasing lilt of delight if you listen closely. ]
I come to you with glad tidings this night: High-King Ridire is dead, slain with his wretch of an Avatar. Tonight we are not victorious, but we are blessed. He who would have us slain; he who would see us slaughtered is naught but a memory.
[It will become obvious now, that Reul himself is not holding the locket. It pans out now, revealing Reul upon his throne and beside him sits Morla, dressed decidedly in gold. There is something reminiscent of a smile that lingers on the edges of her lips; it's a tight thing, but present. Her hand sits atop Reul's armoured one, a rare show of closeness. It's fitting, this evening. ]
Tonight we celebrate. Tonight we cast aside our weapons and we wear gold so that we may honour such a worthy foe. We invited you to share this glory with us; intimately and with the passion we are known for.
[Morla says nothing still; she lets Reul finish. It's after that she lifts her chin, her voice steady:]
And after we shall shed our gold and let it burn in the fires most pure; we will take arms anew and begin again.
[And it's done. ]
MOD NOTE There will be no NPC responses to this post. Solais will not be taking any visitors. Unseelie… have fun at the orgy.
[At approximately midday on the seventh, the lockets of all Seelie characters will vibrate. When they are opened, the following message will play:
High-Queen Solais is seated in her throne. While she is radiant, while light seems to surround her, she appears diminished. Her light seems softer, like it is being filtered through a shroud. The throne of High-King Ridire at her side is empty, his spear laying across it in two shattered pieces. Beneath it rests a blood-stained golden cloak.]
It is with a heavy heart that I must share this news. High-King Ridire - His Most Glorious, The Just, Lord of Light, and First Warrior of Glaschu - has followed his Avatar Clarisse La Rue - Marchioness of the White Citadel and Goldenspear - in death, just as she followed him in life.
[Solais stands. Previously hidden in her gown, it’s clear now that she is wearing a belt and sheathed sword. The sword is drawn, and the queen sets it on a cushion born by a servant. The gold and glimmer of her dress begins to fade, changing from bright to dark, mournful black. Across Glaschu and in other Seelie-controlled areas, bells toll.]
To honour his passing, we will set our swords aside for one week save for in great need. We will not wear the gold that he so favoured. We will remember him, the blows he struck and took for us, for our cause.
[Here she pauses, her strength seeming to momentarily falter before Solais pulls herself up taller.]
Remember our fallen King. Remember that all things must end so that others may begin. And above all, Look For The Light.
UNSEELIE
[It’s in the evening that each and every Unseelie locket will open no matter where they are across the Drabwurld. It is not Morla’s face that greets them, instead it is Reul. He is a dark figure, menacing still even when but a simple projection. Tonight he exudes smugness -- from the high tilt of his chin, to the way his eyes shine from behind helmet. It’s perhaps the closest anyone in the Drabwurld has come to his face and maybe some might now be wishing to never see the sight again.
Reul is a frightening sight, especially when pleased. ]
Greetings brothers and sisters; those who are my most loyal. [His voice is a calm baritone, a teasing lilt of delight if you listen closely. ]
I come to you with glad tidings this night: High-King Ridire is dead, slain with his wretch of an Avatar. Tonight we are not victorious, but we are blessed. He who would have us slain; he who would see us slaughtered is naught but a memory.
[It will become obvious now, that Reul himself is not holding the locket. It pans out now, revealing Reul upon his throne and beside him sits Morla, dressed decidedly in gold. There is something reminiscent of a smile that lingers on the edges of her lips; it's a tight thing, but present. Her hand sits atop Reul's armoured one, a rare show of closeness. It's fitting, this evening. ]
Tonight we celebrate. Tonight we cast aside our weapons and we wear gold so that we may honour such a worthy foe. We invited you to share this glory with us; intimately and with the passion we are known for.
[Morla says nothing still; she lets Reul finish. It's after that she lifts her chin, her voice steady:]
And after we shall shed our gold and let it burn in the fires most pure; we will take arms anew and begin again.
[And it's done. ]
MOD NOTE There will be no NPC responses to this post. Solais will not be taking any visitors. Unseelie… have fun at the orgy.
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If they won't claim his death, then it means that someone else does. Sounds like we've got a murder mystery on our hands.
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Possibly. Though, I wonder if anyone would be bold enough to come forward and claim that fame, or stupid for that matter. The Seelie won't take too kindly to it, we'll have to keep on our toes, now.
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[He pauses after stating all of that.]
Someone stands to gain from all of this, but who? The Cult? They've boldly attacked one of our own and very recently. But can they fight a monarch ... or a monarch and his Avatar? [Jason had been considering Avatars to be something else altogether. Now that the word has come up again, he's beginning to think that it's another thing altogether. But as of his conversation with Alice, Harry hasn't come to confirm that, so he's a sitting, unknowing duck.] Hurting someone of that power on both sides would certainly make the Cult seem formidable, and we're all well aware that we can't fight them. So, it wouldn't hurt their cause, would it? Besides, the Cult claims to stand against the shardbearer cause, so it'd be a great victory.
[He rolls his shoulders back.]
Food for thought.
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[ This is... still, sadly, a sore subject for Alice, discussing the cult, Reynard the Fox, and his daughter. Unconsciously, Alice raises a hand to her chest, pressing it, as if that would dull the pain from her shard. ]
But I won't speak more of what they've done or their precious fox on the lockets. Then maybe it is true, what better way to pit us against each other and fan the flames of war so that they can continue what they do.
[ Alice glances away, holding a hand to her mouth. She's trying to calm herself down, to ignore what they did. But won't be possible, hearing what they did to Ariadne opened up old wounds and sent her into a psychotic episode or two already. ]
They'll destroy this world and others. They may say and think they know what's best for the natives in this world, but they don't.
[ She turns away, becoming visibly angrier discussing it. Alice gives a gesture as she sucks in a breath of air in another attempt to restrain herself. ]
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It's still the most illogical thing he's heard in a long time.]
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People are easily deceived in desperation, I suppose that's not much of a surprise as to why they view Reynard as a martyr. Though, if you wanted me to say more, I can, though, not here.
[ Like she really wants to admit that kidnap traumatized her this much. ]
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That's all. It's just that some assholes do a great job of making it worse. [So. That's his piece.]
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No.
[ "No" what? Well, she tries to explain, calmly as possible. ]
Not every single Unseelie seeks to throw away natives in our wish to see this world preserved or any other world for that matter. [ Who the hell said that? Whoever did, Alice is glad she doesn't know their names, otherwise she'd politely remind them she has orphans from the Seelie invasion. ] What a ridiculous notion. Villages, clinics, spires, and housing have been opened, all under a year, to help natives. None of us asked to be here or be apart of this war, and yet, here we are. There are plenty of us who have and still work to help the natives here.
Not only is that deception, but also ignorance. [ But Alice is too stubborn to accept the notion of being "screwed" so easily. ] It doesn't have to end -- nothing does.
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The worst part is that she was on our side. [They had all been in that bar fight, Jason remembers. He doesn't give a damn about turning Alice against Merida now. If anything, Alice just gave him cause.] She should know better than to spout off garbage about how we're only in this for ourselves. Or Morla. As if Morla doesn't give us the means to help them.
I guess she drank the Kool-Aid over there pretty quickly.
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I suppose she has been blind to what has been around her, then.
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She certainly did.
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That's what she hopes, anyway, it's never good to be disconnected. ]
Then allow it to come back and haunt her. Allow her to learn the hard way.
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Forgive me if I sound callous, but it's best not to associate with those sort of people. Thinking along the lines of the Cult clearly leads to disaster. If it becomes progressively worse and threatens the lives of others, then there would be more reason to act with force.
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[ Something like that had to happen, she thinks. ]
And would certainly depend, wouldn't it. You're much more different than me in your fighting, you're very composed compared to me.
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[That is a very, very important thing to note.]
She's alive because we fought to a stalemate.