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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.

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We must be vigilant and see to the protection of our King and Queen, sister.

This cannot happen to them.

( That'd been for the public's benefit. After this point, she locks the conversation. )

I mislike this, Katsa. Something is dreadfully amiss here. I would know how it is this came about so suddenly.

And whom was behind this.

I find it difficult to care that the Seelie High King is dead, truthfully. I don’t much care for him or his court. Perhaps everyone is assuming the worst, and the killer simply does not want to be targeted for the deed.

I find this more than passing strange for several reasons. One, being that he would deign to link his power, nay, his life to a mortal in the first place. It seems ill-fitting for an immortal to do so, would you not say?

But then also, there is the marked lack of a body on display. When my father overthrew Mad King Henry, he put him in the Tower, where later he died. The body was shown to the people, so that they knew he was dead and that no rebellions could ever be raised in his name again. The same occurred when his son was killed in battle. His line had ended, and it was left for all to see.

How do we know this King is dead? You are right: we do not.

[ When Katsa had killed Leck, no one had been more pleased than she to see his body dumped in the ocean where no one would ever have to look at it again, and she and Bitterblue and all the others had had the problem of convincing an entire country captured by his Grace of the truth of their tale. But they hadn’t kept him to prove his death or his Grace. And that, to her, seems for the better. ]

Reul seems certain. And he seems the sort of king to do nothing unless it is certain.

[ She curls her lip. Katsa’s affection for Morla is tempered with an extreme dislike of her king. It keeps her aware of her self-imposed distance from the Unseelie court, at least. ]

But I don’t know. I know nothing about immortals or how they work—perhaps he had to tether himself, to have some sort of power in this world. Otherwise he’d been risen too far above all the rest of us even to see us, and he was already high already, up on his golden throne.

I know. Yet something still does not seem right about this at all. I cannot put my finger on what that is, but I believe there is more here than we can see.

( She is not really fond of the man, either. And seeing as she has missed the opportunity to meet Morla as of yet, well.

Elizabeth can only judge based upon her own experience at home for the time being. )

Perhaps. It would make sense—they are all high above us, and see so much. I cannot say that I am able to understand them well. They are a different sort of monarch from my father, who made it a point to be seen by the people.

( One major reason why Edward had been so well-loved, and still is. )

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