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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.
video, unseelie
Tilting her head, she nods once. That is not a bad idea at all. Though.. )
I have heard troubling things, that He is not in good health. If that is true, I worry for the fate of this world. I would see that blasted void to an end.
( She knows what manner of balance the White Hart provides this land; integral, irreplaceable. Invaluable. )
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If the Black Shuck is the embodiment of death, then the White Hart is likely a symbol of life. If it's failing...] That is troubling indeed.
It seems we are beset by troubles on all sides, with little suggestion of how to make things well again. [Thor does not like that.]
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( He's also very handsome, which certainly does not hurt. Elizabeth can feel her own smile fade, matching his expression, as she nods gravely. )
Our mandate is to destroy the Void, and for that, we require shards. Which can only be gained from shardbearers when they perish or vanish from this world.
( She will not dare say it in this particular venue, but: she refuses that out-right. There must be a better way than this. )
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[He has friends on the Seelie side, and he will not lift a hand against them.]
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Her words, however, are spoken in a gentle cadence. And at once, she locks this conversation as best she might. )
Perhaps. But we cannot speak of the matter here. I will contact you privately, and we will discuss it.
( Her heart has leapt high into her throat, with the hope that she might have found another like-minded soul. )