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[snakeskin_magus]

[With a deep breath, Roa raised his arms and stepped out into the bright day of a sunny village, to which he began fixing his hair into a pony-tail with a smile. With blond hair and blue eyes, Roa looked the part of nearly any other person that would have passed through, with the exception that he was dressed like a gangster with an open-collared dress shirt and leather pants. The image itself must have only been disconcerting to a handful of people. Pointedly, Roa looked up to the sky and stepped around, inspecting himself. At his side, a young woman with wild blond hair was fletching arrows, looking down her palm at each one she made. While the young woman seemed utterly unconcerned with Roa, there were a number of people around giving the man odd looks.

The odd looks intensified when Roa stripped off his shirt and held it aside from himself, checking himself for blemishes the whole while. People averted their eyes(because he was a bit on the pale side) when he started moving around, absolutely delighted with himself. The hunter that had been sitting beside him finally stood up after awhile and began walking away, not bothering to look back at him. After awhile, one could probably catch out of the corner of their eye that a few sparkles were trailing after him.]

Now, this--this feels great... And, it's putting me in a wonderful mood, too.

[Roa draped his shirt over his shoulder and began walking, moving past confused faces without a second thought.]

I wonder who'll be willing to accept that generosity!

[In that especially good mood, Roa high fived a young man who had raised his hand to wave to a friend. Confused, the man yelped and stared mutely at his hand, not exactly sure what happened to him.]

(OOC: The mysteriousness must remain! Roa has a map of Quendi and makes local discoveries on a weekly basis--and this week's discovery is light magic, which he's reverse-engineered so he can spend some time out in daylight. He's also a little south of Caer Scima.)

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[survivra]

Are the women in this world and your own given as much opportunity to defend themselves as the men?

[ she doesn't wait for any answers, giving a humorless snort of laughter at the locket before continuing. it's not a directly related addition to her question, but it's certainly on the same train of thought: ]

Ridiculous that those already holding power are given the privilege of training to the highest levels of their skills, but those most in need of it are left to rely on the protection of others.

Video | Forward dated to 4 Jan

[gordianknots]

It has been about a month since the passing of Reynard the Fox. While I believe we can all agree that his death is a good thing, it is worth noting that some of his ideas have not died with him.

For those not paying attention, or staying close to the castles, one of the major ways that Reynard won over the local population was by sowing seeds of sentiment against shard-bearers. If what he said did not have a grain of truth in it, then those sentiments would not be lingering with us still.

I know that for many, our perspective is what informs how to handle this. We don’t want to be here any more than the local populace wants us here. We’re outsiders from different worlds, playing at a grand game of war while they suffer from our decisions.

We need to continue to combat the legacy Reynard is trying to leave for himself - that of a champion of the people, who rose against shardbearers only to be slayed by them. Become their friends and protectors rather than distant individuals whose mere presence threatens their lives. They don’t have a fraction of the information that we do, and considering how information is hidden from us, that says a lot.

To form cohesive action will take time. With that said, changes can begin on an individual level, one that affords respect to whoever you encounter, even if it is not returned.

If you do this for no other reason, do it because it deprives Reynard of any remaining power.

Thank you.

[With that, Waver ends the communication. Anyone who was present at Alyosha’s talk at the Barrel is likely to understand why he’s made this message, and when it’s come out as it has.]

[Audio / Closed to Seelie Court]

[vanyel_ashkevron]

[It's that time of year and Vanyel is prone to feeling a little under the weather now and then. His bad habit of training Alshoa in the open, chilly air has given him a bad cough and he's...feeling a little self-conscious. His peacock tendencies haven't completely diminished over time.]

For the time being, I think it best for everyone to give me a wide berth. I've caught something and - [Oh good. More coughing that rattles him to his bones.] I don't wish to waste healing supplies on myself. I'm not nearly that bad off.

[But. But. He sighs, the sound containing a faint wheeze.]

I don't like being bedridden either.