[Video / After Feast / Open to Both Courts]

[vanyel_ashkevron]

There is much in the world that has missed my notice. [Vanyel is resplendent in his Heraldic Whites and his hand is on his sword's hilt, though he has yet to draw it.] Are these Courts apart of the Havens? I am remarkably uninjured for one who might have experienced death.

[Where there should be fear or even a sense of wariness, there is only tired acceptance.]

This kingdom isn't like any I have ever encountered. I was in the middle of a forest and then...here.

[He knows better than to let his guard down, welcoming feast or not.]

I do not appreciate being separated from my Companion. Release your hold on her and free her to return to me. She has done you no harm.

[Yfandes will fight if she has been captured too, yet it bothers him that he cannot contact her.]

I am Herald-Mage Vanyel Ashkevron - otherwise known as Demonsbane and you would do well to heed my words and give me answers.

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[nottame]

[Incoming video!

Of nothing but up a wall and a ceiling in Caer Glaem's interior, sadly. Toboe's not quite got it around his head through practice yet that opening a video connection doesn't mean necessarily getting video back. He's sitting nearby; any human who'd be close enough to see him would see a kid lying along a wall with his arms crossed under his neck, craning his head forward to squint at the locket's display. Beaming brightly and speaking with breezy enthusiasm.]

Uhh... hi!

We can all talk to each other like this, right? Everyone who got one of these lockets from those little ones with the wings.

-- My name's Toboe!

[Riding a happy to-himself sigh.] Wow, they're being so great here. At that feast -- I don't remember if I've ever eaten like that. [Bounces up in a laugh.]

Say, I, uh...

I've got a friend who got lost once. While he was alone, and dying, he said he, uh. [This - isn't going to sound quite to everyone else as he means it.] Dreamed that he was in Paradise.

But this is all real, huh?

I mean -- I know it's not perfect! The courts want us for a war, right? But -- are they gonna make us fight?

No matter what - [He picks a wee bit of the cheer back up.] man, it's great being around so many people like this.

[A flourish of a hopeful laugh.] So-o-o... I wanted to say hi!

Oh, uh -- hang on! [Speaking of people!] If anyone knows if you have any wolves here in the Drabwurld -- I mean, I guess someone would be pretty sure they know that, since we live here and all -- I guess I'd like to hear a little about that, too! [Still a smile in his voice.] -- I could explain! If, you know, I should or anything. I could try just getting closer to the locket, but I dunno if I would show up right - and I think that the people with wings saw me, but they didn't seem too bugged...

[Warms back up, laughs again.] Anyway! ...I sure did end up talking a lot, huh. It's, uh -- really nice meeting you guys.

( video | unlocked | post-feast )

[noirant]

[ Politics and wars are one thing, but magic is quite another; some thirsts aren't slaked so easily by squabbling imps and gaudy fabric. Knowledge is power, and power is every wizard's disease.

Felix is far more rumpled than he'd like, and that hair won't unfrizz any time soon, but the words come calm as day: ]

It seems we've all been busy, so I suppose I ought to be brief.

Magic. If you'll indulge the melodramatic imagery, it's as myriad as a hydra's necks, and almost twice as difficult to pin down. Any sort of rigorous survey seems better left for days without a pounding headache. Perhaps instead, we might just speak. 

Tell me what you know about magic. Stories, facts, vicious gossip if you're so disposed. Magic brought us each here, so let us be kind guests and oblige it the conversation.

[ He flashes a wide, tired smile. ]

Unfamiliarity is quite acceptable. I'd just like to hear it from you.

[Video | Open to Anyone | After Feast]

[wildgift]

[This one looks rather ostentatious, though it isn't really through any choice of his own. He's red haired and dressed in Scarlets, muttering to himself and trying not to look too concerned. He's actually doing quite a good job of it, though the look in his eyes might give him away to anyone who knows how to read it.]

Safest Bard in Haven, indeed. [Never mind that he'd been the one to say that.] When Vanyel hears of this, I'll never hear the end of it. [Here he adopts a different tone, clearly imitating someone else.]

"Do you see, Stefen? I was right. My enemies will only use you against me." [Sigh.] Yes, he certainly needed another excuse to try and be rid of me.

Hellsteeth.

[He takes a few cautious glances around, but shakes his head. Apparently he doesn't like much of what he sees, but he does at least try to give an endearing, albeit self-deprecating smile.]

Would someone mind please informing me as to where I am? I'm afraid I've not much to provide in the way of a reward for your help, but I would certainly appreciate it. I'm sure I can find some way to repay you.

✘ video / after the feast / open to both courts

[admirably]

[ Hans has made pretty good legwork around Caer Scima during and after the feast, but that's not quite enough to satisfy his curiosity on a few matters - the locket, for one, and the other court for another. So he might as well kill two birds with one stone, right? Besides, while he's still getting his bearings, the best thing he could do what get to know as many people as possible. He hates being so unfamiliar with, well, everyone.

So he greets the video feed with a friendly, enthusiastic grin, his actual exhaustion buried deep beneath the surface. ]

Good evening! I apologize for the interruption, but I wanted to take the opportunity to introduce myself. I'm Prince Hans of the Southern Isles, and I've only just arrived in this world. As you might imagine, it's a bit overwhelming. If wouldn't mind taking a moment of your time to help me better understand the conflict going on here, I would appreciate it.

[ Then, after a thoughtful moment: ] And for curiosity's sake, who else is a royal in their own world? Surely, I can't be the only lucky one here.

[ Sure, lucky, SOMETHING LIKE THAT. ]

Thank you for listening. I hope we'll be able to cross paths in person soon.

Open Accidental/Deliberate Post to EVERYONE 29th

[bythewaves]

The sound that tears from the lockets early in the morning of the twenty-ninth is inhuman. Keening, jagged and sharp-edged as a sword, it turns blood in veins to ice and freezes the very stars in the sky. It is grief and loss and utter despair. And it is hatred too, old and deep and as dangerous as any slumbering volcano when it wakes. It is unforgettable, and it forces you to close your ears to it lest it destroy your heart.

The video that accompanies it is obviously taken by a fairy, and the scene is one of devastation, Maglor crumpled over a golden-haired form. One thing immediately obvious is that this, despite the war banners flying and the armored soldiers, was no death in battle - the area around them is too clear, the placements too precise - this was an execution.

"Turko, Turko, no no no! Not again, no, please, not again!"



(ooc: so... Mags is obviously not replying to this. Link will take you to the battle log and Mags' speech, rather than me write it out twice ahaha. There is also a log going up for after where Mags can be reached... sorta. Will might answer this if you ping it, or you can just react. People Mags knows well might get his fairy, but don't expect much sense out of it either)