eachdraidh | VIDEO | SEELIE + HERMIONE-NET (backdated to the 25th)

[ The video opens to the woodlands surrounding Caer Glaem. Aslan rests not to far away from a shrine to the White Hart, which is visible in the distance.

His expression is grave, indeed, but his address is made with poise. ]

To those of you to whom I have never spoken, greetings. My name is Aslan, and I arrived in the drabwurld approximately a year and a half ago by this world's reckoning.

I speak to you now, to those who may be unaware, of events that may be coming in the near future.

Earlier this month, I dreamed a dream like unto the visions that came to a number of individuals at the turn of last year. In my dream, I saw great beasts made of metal ravaging the lands with fire. They destroyed everything in their path, and the light of their eyes glowed like unto the very Shards we bear.

I cannot say when, but I believe this vision will come to pass.

I give this warning so that you might not fear, but prepare.

The End comes, and we must be ready to meet it.

[ He lets his words sink in a moment, then- ]

Be well, all of you.

[ With that, he ends the feed. ]

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Great monstrosities made of metal and iron. Machines that bring smoke and ash and fire in their wake, with jaws like unto the dragons of legend.

Large enough to crush buildings beneath their feet, I saw them ripping the Citadel asunder.

[ Metal and iron. Machines. His blood runs cold, brow furrowed in disbelief.

No. No, they can't - No, that can't be true. ]

That... that's impossible. [ It's hard to tell if he's trying to convince Aslan more, or himself. ] No, that's impossible. Visions don't always come true. That can't happen. There's no way.

[ No. No no no, it can't - They can't have... The dwarves, they wouldn't - Why would they do anything like that? ]

[ Aslan considers the young man quietly for a moment. ]

In my time, I have found very few things are truly impossible.

The truth of the matter will reveal itself.

[ That's not reassuring at all. That's, like, the farthest thing from reassuring he's ever heard, and Leo was told straight-up that either he or his best friend would die to fulfill a prophecy. This can't be happening.

Gods. ]

You're sure they were machines? [ Leo asks, desperate. He's grasping at straws, but... He really doesn't want to believe this could be real. ] Technology can't work outside of the Station, so any machine would just be dead weight.

[ Unless it's dwarf magic, but no. No. There's no reason for it, absolutely no reason. ]

[ The truth is what it is. Aslan does not apologize for it, and in this case, he really is just the messenger. His own apocalypse has already been neatly handled, and he is not stranger to such affairs. ]

I heard the sound of them. A creaking and groaning unlike anything a natural beast would make.

With Shards for eyes, I can only assume they were crafted with magic.

[ Leo rubs his face, suddenly very tired, more drained than he's felt since Ganondorf took control of him. He's trying to keep his hands from shaking, upset and angry as he is, but it's difficult. If this is real, then Solais was right in the worst way, in a way Leo never could have imagined. ]

Yeah, [ he says, heaving a shaky sigh. ] Yeah, it's magic. And I know who built them.

[ He just doesn't know why. ]

[ Aslan's stare becomes slightly more weighted as what Leo says sinks in. After a moment, he answers. ]

It is a matter the bears investigation.

[ The rampage he saw is tied to the End somehow, he is certain of it, but he is curious nonetheless. ]

Will you seek them out, the creators of such monstrosities?

I - I can't, [ Leo says helplessly. ] I used to work with them, but they shut me out. Now they won't let me in anymore than they will anyone else. There's no way to...

[ He trails off, thinking. Someone told him, not too long ago, that he could get in whether the dwarves wanted him to or not. Leo would be hesitant to ask him for help, since he barely knows the guy and doesn't know the limit of those powers he was bragging about... but he might be able to ask someone else. ]

I don't know if I can, [ he says slowly, the gears in his head starting to turn, ] but I can try.

[ Aslan rumbles softly - a thoughtful sound. ]

If you wish it so, I would offer you what assistance I am able.

[ Whatever purpose these creatures are meant to serve, he would know more about them as well as the ones responsible for their creation. ]

[ As dismal as this is turning out to be, the offer is... oddly reassuring, though Leo has no idea what a lion would be able to do to help, even if he's got some kind of magic under his sleeves - er, paws. ]

Thanks. I'll let you know if I need help, but... There's someone else I need to talk to first. I just hope we don't actually find anything.

[ Leo really, really hopes this is just paranoia, just dreams going wild. There's no such thing for demigods, of course, but he doesn't want it to be real. The alternative is horrifying. ]

[ He is the creator of a world who not only authored its beginning but its end. Those paws can do quite a bit. ]

Guard yourself well.

[ Dealing with engines of destruction designed to take part in the End of All Things is no small matter. ]

Should you have need of me, I will come.

[ Leo nods. ]

I’ll do what I can.

[ ...Wait a minute. He pauses, finally realizing he hasn’t actually… introduced himself. His mind has been elsewhere, on more important things. But it would help if his supposed allies actually knows who he is. Only slightly embarrassed, he offers a half-smile. ]

I’m Leo, by the way.

We are well-met, Leo.

[ He already introduced himself at the beginning of this broadcast; he does not do so again. ]

Do not fear what you may discover.

I’m not scared, [ he protests, though he isn’t sure if that’s actually true. At the very least, it's unsettling, and a grim cast haunts his eyes. ] I just… I hope it’s just a dream. The people who would’ve made those things… I called a lot of them friends.

Times such as these often drive people to do things they would not otherwise consider.

[ In some ways, this truly is a war of selfishness. ]

Do not stumble or allow yourself to falter.

VIDEO | SEELIE + HERMIONE-NET (backdated to the 25th)

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