video - open to both courts

[kilimanjaro]

[The feed comes on sideways, and gives a good view of a big black nose. Bryndis, loyal to her master, has found some way to turn on Kìli’s dropped locket. There’s a brief snuffle from the pup and she draws back to her master’s side, who is lying on the ground with his eyes closed, looking half-beaten and certainly nowhere near sober. He is apparently completely unaware of the locket being on and is slurring out words in a mixture of English and his own native tongue. There’s a nice cut down his forehead, blood trickling down into a black eye, but he’s too gone to care.]

Thatrulkhud fandùna, bunmel, ulnas... She’s gone, Bryn, she’s gone... [He curls in on himself, giving a small little whimper. His fingers curl into the dirt.] I am makarfûn. Mahal, I...this is...this is... kherkhar.

[The pup whines, sitting down beside him. Kìli reaches for her, one hand stroking her fur before pausing in her scruff and tightening there.] Zusul, Bryndis. I...I thought...I thought she was my sabrel, that I could...ihrêr.

[The direwolf pup shifts, her wagging tail hitting the locket and sending it skidding another direction as she comes closer to comfort her master.]

third arrow → VIDEO → both courts (forward dated a bit)

[notyetlegend]

[When the screen flicks on, it focuses on Merida kneeling over a deer. A deer as white and pure as the snow, were it not for the blood under its neck tainting its silvery fur. Gingerly, she tugs the arrow from the muscle, reaching to close its eyes with her other hand, bow itself resting against a nearby tree. Merida murmurs something in Gaelic, retracting her hand from its face.]

Forgive me, Wilder One. It's been an honor.

[She had hardly been expecting to actually shoot the White Hart down, but hunting with Saber had gotten results and proper respects must be given in any case. Placing the arrow back into the quiver at her hip after washing off the blood in clean snow, she stands, fur trimmed dress folding out around her ankles, boots deep in the snow. Angus whickers and nuzzles her hair, causing her to turn and reach to run her fingers across his nose comfortingly. Her imp scurries about, muttering to itself as it steps around the corpse gingerly, as though it fears waking it.

Merida pushes hair from her eyes, reaching into a small pouch wrapped around her quiver belt for a hairband and tying it into a high ponytail. Stooping again, she reached for the White Hart's forequarters, taking hold of his hoofs and hefting him over her shoulder with a grunt, standing and, with a bit of maneuvering, gets him onto Angus' back. That done, she dusts her hands off, picking up her bow and her locket hanging from it, noticing it on.]

Well I suppose now would be time tae announce that I've shot th' White Hart, wouldn't it?

Now how am I gonna cart all this meat back?

video - open to both courts

[plantboy]

[The feed turns on to a fairly sizable room in what's easily recognizable as the deep purples of Caer Scima. The room itself appears to be in certain disarray. The bed's been pulled off its bed posts and tucked in a corner of the room, books line the sides of walls, but most notable is that the young man who inhabits it seems to have collected various plants he could find wilting around the nearby lands. They seem to be surviving just fine now, but the young man's attention is on the shakkan, a miniature tree, and bags and bottles before him.

He raps a tattooed knuckle on the wood of his work place, the flowers beneath the surface of his skin changing colors. If the viewer watches they seem to move and change forms on their own accord, somehow the don't appear painful to the young man who's gray-green eyes slip from the tree to the locket. Suddenly, his lips curl half upwards in an amused smile when he begins to speak.]

Here I thought I'd never meet someone bleatbrained enough to chase after a animal that's practically revered as a god. Are all you little forest critters back to normal or are you still learning your lessons?

There's a lot of talk going on around here and they seem to be the same. I could easily ask if anyone knows a way home, but that's been asked a few hundred times. I don't think it's that easy. Nothin's easy when you involve magic and Bags too greedy for their own good. Has anyone even tried teaching them a lesson on good manners?

[He jabs lightly as serious as he is joking. Briar knew a thing or two about emperors and kings no matter what names they took. If the decided you were their playthings they'd keep you there as long as they could. You couldn't trample headfirst into their gardens without expecting to be noticed.]

Forgive my crankiness, winter isn't my season and I was supposed to be accompanying my sisters back to our country after a harrowing summer of court in Namorn. I was looking forward to returning to my own gardens. As that seems to be out of the picture for now, I'd like to offer services here.

I'm Briar Moss. We'll let the name speak for itself. [His smile turns somewhat mischievous before he continues.] I'm a gardener first and a producer of medicine second. Harvest is just about ended, but I can still encourage your plants to grow fast enough to feed a village if needed. Or if your a Lady with an eye for flowers I can help crossbreed you a flower no one else has a claim to.

For medicine I've been trained by the top Dedicates in Winding Circle Temple for about six years now. I can strengthen any medicine you have if it's a plant-basis so it'll work for years longer than you'd expect it or produce more willowbark than you'll know what to do with. I have a pain-relieving ointment that will make some of the nastiest cuts heal up in a day or so and the bruise will go away in a week.

That's just a little of what I can manage and I'm willing to help anyone so long as you pay. If you buy in bulk I might even be able to discount it, but forgive me as starting out I'll have to rebuild my own supplies. If you need medicine but don't have anything to spare I'll even accept learning about the plants in your homes. I'll be traveling soon, so if you tell me where I'll find a way to bring anything you might yearn for.

If you have any questions or concerns I'd be happy to assist.

second spell ☥ voice ☥ open to both courts.

[powerful]

Um -- hi. Drabwurld. I'm Cassie, if you don't know me. I know everyone's busy with the hunt right now, and everything like that, but I was kind of wanting to ask a few questions to the general population about some stuff. Cultural stuff, mostly. I'm just curious. I saw someone doing a basic Christmas Q&A, where people who don't recognize it, or even know it, in their worlds could ask about it. But there are a lot of different holidays that people celebrate in the winter. So... How many of you have Christmas where you're from, and how many of you have different holidays, and what are they? What are they about, how are they celebrated? What kind of traditions do you guys have? I remember -- when I was little, it was just me and my mom, and one of our favorite things to do was drive around and play a game where you yelled "house on fire" if people had fake candles in their windows... We even wrote down points, to see who won. A tally.

( she laughs fondly, though there is a note of melancholy to her voice. it's going to be her first christmas without her mom, even though she doesn't think christmas is technically a thing here. she's not even at home, in chance harbor. as far as she knows, she has no family here. so... she's happy to reminisce, but sad to realize that she's probably going to be spending it on her own.

the holidays, however, are not the only things cassie wants to discuss. after the incident with the dogs last month, she's been uneasy. her dark magic tempts her more often than not, something that calls to her from the inside. )

And I wanted to ask people about magic. Natives, too, if they want to talk to me - what kind of magic do you have, if you have any? Does magic even exist in your world? What's it like? How do you control it?

First part Unlocked, Second Locked to Unseelie, Video

[huntedby]

[Open to all]

[Vanessa appears to be near the woods, if the foliage behind her head is any indication. There is a small bit of her red coat showing, the buttons on it done up, as well as those on the neck of her dress. Her hair is piled on top of her head, as best as she could manage, without the proper tools.

She looks thoughtful. There is an air about of her calculation underneath the ease. For when she speaks, she does her best to speak carefully. As a Victorian of a certain status, it comes naturally, but the other bits of herself she hides...the care there is more affected. It has to be.]

This may be a strange question to some of you, but I was wondering if any of you know of any local worshiping sites for Christians. I am a [There is a pause, a hesitation] lapsed Catholic, but at times even I find it necessary to seek out a house of God. [For reasons that are her own.]

If there is not one, I am curious to know if any of you do practice, and where you do so.

[She has her cross, still, but she is worried to truly pray at it, again. She worries that the spiders will show again, to show she has not escaped her demons here.]

Thank you.

[Locked to Unseelie]

After spending some time in the forest, during this stag hunt, it has become abundantly clear that as intelligent and well mannered as I may be, I have no skills when it comes to hunting, or enacting violence with blade or powder.

[She has never needed that; she has always hired those she needs. Or relied on Sembene. She is of Victorian times--perhaps learning to shoot a rifle during fox hunts would have been acceptable, but her family was never one for such events.

She is no Sir Malcolm. While her steps trail with blood, it is not by violence of her own hand.]

I would like to learn, if one of you would be willing to teach me. I have no desire to become a burden on others, nor do I wish to stay on the side lines, when it appears there is so much to be done.

[Video] 06 Shadows {Backdated to December 9th}

[fell_to_hell]

[Nico's hair looks a heck of a lot more messy than normal. Possibly because he just woke up from a week-long coma, but he's ignoring that fact in favor of sharing something he thinks is important.

Still, there's other, small things that show he's changed a bit since the last time others have seen him. A tension that's always been in him since arriving in the Drabwurld has eased somewhat. Nico seems a little more relaxed, despite how serious he looks. Maybe a shade less melancholic.]

First, to those I worried this past...week or something, I'm fine.

[Okay, maybe not exactly fine, but he'll talk to them later about it.]

Before I woke up, I had a vision. Events of the past flashed by me, and the stars...it was like watching them fall back into the sky. When I looked up, they definitely spoke to me.

[Does he care how insane that sounds? Nope. He does frown, though, like it bothers him.]

Their voices were very soft, but I still remember what they said. They said, "It will rise. It will rise and the world shall run red. It will rise and devour all."

[Nico's dark eyes regard the locket for a moment.]

Has anybody else had a similar vision? Or one that might have given them a sense of when this would happen? Because I certainly didn't get a sense of when, but it definitely sounded like soon.

First Record (Video, both Courts)

[wizardlyaccess]

[The girl that shows up in undoubtedly human, and undoubtedly young - mid-teens, most likely, definitely no more than sixteen. She's also almost entirely average-looking, with brown hair and gray eyes, wearing jeans and an old t-shirt - but the look on her face is far from ordinary, at least for new arrivals. Rather than being surprised, shocked, panicked, or desperate, the girl simply looks... normal. Maybe a little curious (or annoyed), but focused, and not at all surprised to wake up somewhere she's never seen before, and she glances around as if occasionally looking for something as she speaks. If anyone's good with accents, they can probably tell her standard American speech has a slight New York inflection.]

Dai stihó, everyone. My name's Nita Callahan, I'm on errantry, and I greet you... I think. Normally I get more warning about going somewhere else when I'm put on assignment, but maybe this is just the most efficient way to do it this time. At least I hope so, because some things aren't making a lot of sense and that's making it harder than normal to tell what's going on.

[She glances down, eyes flicking back and forth as if she's reading something quickly. If one looks closely, they could see the edges of the book, about the size of a large paperback, open in her hands just below chest height, before she looks up again.]

The manual functions seem a little messed up, so could anyone tell me if there's a guy named Kit Rodriguez here? He's taller than me, Hispanic, kind of looks like he's starting to get out of that lanky stage. Or Dairine - she's my little sister, and you'll definitely notice her if she's anywhere around. I'll keep trying to reach them, but the messaging system isn't updating, so I'm not sure how much it's going to work in the future, and my phone's not working at all. Or if you see them before I do, can you tell them I'm looking for them? Everything's coming back "in abeyance."

[And the last time that happened was very much no picnic. There's a sigh and she rakes a hand through her hair absentmindedly.]

Uhm... I guess that's all for now, so go well everyone. Dai. I never know how to end these kinds of things.