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Honour & Duty - Voice - Backdated July 26

Hail, folk of the shard. I am Lord Eddard Stark of Winterfell, a member of the company of Lancelot du Lac.

I mean to raise the alarm against an enemy of the Seelie in Caer Glaem, as Reynard the Fox, the Lord of Maupertius, has turned against us, and but a day ago sought to kill the members of this company. Avoid his lands and his banners, a red fox upon a black field! The Lord himself is deathless they say, and despite small stature possessed of great and terrible strength.

But also I call out to you now for another reason. We were given aide by another, Lord El-Melloi II, who may have been slain by the selfsame lord. I beg the help of any, whatever their banner, who might safely determine this for true: if finding it so, to inform this company, that I may parley for his body. If he lives still and is held prisoner, we will parley instead for his ransom.

Go with care.

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[ waver. no -- it cannot be. and the fox's betrayal! her pulse thunders, and sansa is not certain where to start first.

with a shiver in her voice, she leans over and grips the locket with a fierce fear. ] Have you been hurt?

[ arya. jon. gendry. the rest of them -- she would know whether this fox has nipped them too seriously. and then, with her family and its allies accounted for, she will let her heart turn to waver: her confidant and informant. ]

[ He presses the locket to his forehead, eyes squeezing shut, a rush of powerful gladness washing over him. ]

Wounded, aye. An ear gone, some other small hurts besides. Your sister's unharmed, though Jon and Ghost were both blooded, and Gendry bore a deep cut to his side. Lancelot has ridden ahead with haste, being among the least injured, to bear the warning himself to the Queen.

[ despair and relief dance a dizzying step on her nerves. an ear gone; her brother blooded; ser gendry hurt.

her voice is weak and little when she asks -- childishly, because in this she is still like a child. fearful for her father's wellbeing: ] But you will be fine, yes? You will heal. [ a piece of a head lost is better than to lose the whole head again.

her stomach twists. ]

We will heal, and be well, in time. Reynard's instruction served us better than he could guess.

But the others, Sansa, might benefit as much from hearing your voice as I. It is a balm, truly.

I will speak with them. I promise. [ ... ] And yet...

If what you suggest is true, Father -- I may never again speak with Lord El-Melloi.

[ that figuration of his name is odd on her tongue; she never uses it with waver himself. ]

You have spoken with him before?

[ The world never seems to stay solid, reliable, and predictable underfoot. His shock and surprise are both well-evident and genuine. ]

...Many times. [ confessions are harrowing things. they lift weight off her shoulders, but they make her feel vulnerable. at least it is no sin to be vulnerable before one's own father. ] He does some small favours for me.

I am most fervent in my hope that he isn't -- [ dead. ]

[ One more reason to redouble his efforts to rescue this man if he can. ]

He has been good to you, as well. [ The breath trickles out of him. ]

Keep hope, Sansa.

He...talks to me. He promises to warn me if it's likely Joffrey will ever ride from Caer Scima to -- [ to take painful vengeance on me. ] And he tells me things: whether certain people come or go.

I need him...[ she already grieves, but she is also still a young woman. still selfish. still eager to protect herself above all else. and she does not like to think of how uncertain the world will be without waver there to tell her of caer scima's workings. ]

[ And he'd unwittingly kept the company of such a man, and known him not. Shame adds itself to the various hurts which pang him still. ]

At what price, comes all this from him? And he tells you truly?

I intend to do the same for him, should someone of his acquaintance grace Caer Glaem's halls. But ultimately, I believe he seeks ties between the two courts.

[ and if he has survived! well, sansa fears such an announcement as this might out the lord for his sympathies. ] I cannot promise that I trust him. [ she trusts so few. ] But he deals fairly. Fairer than most.

I see.

[ Important to note. And then, slowly, the realization dawning upon him, her father muttered a low oath. ]

Ah! In haste, I thought...! [ Quickly, he adds, ] Ah, I'm a fool to name him so!

How best to salvage it for him, Sansa?

Edited 2014-07-27 16:35 (UTC)

[ he calls himself a fool; she aches to hear him speak to optimistically -- to talk as though the confidant and lord will doubtless reappear to reap the consequences of her father's honesty.

sansa sets her mouth into a line. she wraps her thoughts around the matter. she thinks on baelish's lessons. ] Even the Unseelie cannot fault one of their own for aiding a child. Lean on Arya's presence, Father. Stress it, if you must.

[ His tone goes faintly nasally; as it does when he's rubbing the bridge of his hawkish nose while he speaks. ]

Already done, to the one Unseelie who inquired after him. It seemed to turn the inquiry neatly enough.

...Good. I'm glad. [ sweet relief. and -- dare she think it! -- a hint of pride. ] You are a good man, Father. And I love you dearly. But for all our sakes, distance yourself from the Lord should he have survived.

If you must talk with him, talk in private. As you and I do. As he and I do.

[Lord Eddard Stark. He wonders if this is the man that Joffrey Baratheon beheaded. And yet here he is, a member of the Seelie court...]

Lord El-Melloi's allegiance lies with the Unseelie. Why should this Lord Reynard slay one of his own, if indeed his allegiance has shifted?

It seemed that the Lord Reynard gained his power from shards, though he had lost his own. He may have meant to claim Lord El-Melloi felled by us in the attack, and then to justify our slaughter to the Queen Solais saying we had spilled blood in his hall...?

The truth, I know not. Only that he is clever and treacherous.

Edited 2014-07-27 15:21 (UTC)

Yet you claim that Lord El-Melloi offered you aid. [Which from what he can gather, was a stupidly noble thing to do. This Reynard seems rather treacherous. Someone to look out for, indeed.]

Regardless, I will do what I can to ensure Lord El-Melloi's safety. No doubt he had good reason for his actions.

Offered aid, though he knew us not; I had only set down beside him at a table before swords were being drawn at our backs. Whatever the colours of his banner, I won't see ill come to a man who guards strangers and children at such cost. Not while I stand to help him.

My thanks, ser, for your kindness.

[Well. If it's children. All the same, it is consistent with what he already knew. Waver is not committed to this war. Not enough to go to any lengths.]

A noble sentiment, Lord Stark. But I am no sir. [Indeed, he gives the title just a small amount of scorn. Knights are a Hylian tradition.] I am Ganondorf, King of Hyrule and here, Lord of Castle Mair.

Forgive me, Your Grace. The titles and holds of this land are unfamiliar to me still.

This realm is a strange one for us all. But perhaps the titles and holds of your own lands are not yet forgotten. I believe I have met your own king already.

Edited 2014-07-29 02:25 (UTC)

[Well. Nico is interested. He's not one who takes kindly to people who will defile the soul and body of the deceased, so helping Eddard with this is appealing.]

Is the Lord El-Melloi human?

[Very important question, since he can't help with this if the guy turns out to be a satyr or nymph or some other nature spirit.]

I... I believe he is. Though for certain, I cannot say. He appeared human enough in form.

[Nico needs a moment to think.]

There's two options I can use to help you with this because I don't personally know him. One is that I can talk to the ghosts wandering around and see if they've sensed anything. The other is that there's a ritual I can perform to summon his spirit if he's actually dead. I can do both without a problem, though.

[ Ah! This is the young man he had been teaching to ride. Warmth colours his next message. ]

If... you may speak to ghosts and they might quickly discover what befell him, that would be best. If it accomplishes the same, in the end, without overextending the use of your time or... power.

[ Still not sure how this magic thing works, but he imagines it's a limited resource. ]

[Why are people so nice to him he doesn't understand]

They use little to no energy from myself, and, honestly, I've got plenty of time to spare.

[At least, he does until the battle between Clarisse and Celegorm begins.]

May I ask for a description of him?

He is tall enough, with dark hair worn long, nearly to his elbow. Thin of body and of feature, a slightly long nose, neat brows. Beardless, but not what I'd call young. Fine hands, long and thin. He seemed to keep himself neatly.

Alright, that'll give me enough to recognize him if I see him. I can't perform the ritual until night has fallen, though, but I'll keep an eye out for him until then.

[It's the least he could do for Eddard, since he's been surprisingly cool about his heritage and found a type of horse that actually doesn't hate him at first sight. Nico hesitates.]

...How are you holding up, sir?

Wounded, but alive, which is better than might otherwise be hoped for.

And yourself, lad? Have you been keeping with your practice?

[Nico is at least honest with Eddard, if a little embarrassed.]

I was, until I left Caer Glaem. I can see why my sister loves horses as much as she does, to be honest. I couldn't...bring the horse with me, though.

[Bad enough he had to take a dog nearing the size of a tank.]

Not dead, thank you.

By winter's teeth, I'm glad to hear it. Need you aid, of any kind?

Not at all, I've got distance on my side.

You risked much for the sake of strangers, and no doubt saved our lives. Have you need of aught, from whatever corner of the world, remember me.

Well I might ask that next time you think I'm dead, you get in touch with me first, and then go from there. Having the entire communications field think I'm dead is a twinge mortifying.

In truth, my lord, I thought you among the native folk! And knew not what name to ask the lockets til shortly ago, for the only proper meeting we shared as at the skirmish. But now I know it, I have still yet more reason to thank you: my daughter has informed me of your quiet service to her.

The world suffers a lack of men of such calibre. Thank you.

Edited 2014-07-27 16:42 (UTC)

It was the hair that caused that thought, wasn't it?

Well, I suppose we can consider ourselves well met now, through connections and shared experience.

Honestly, don't mention it. Everything was insane, and it was impossible to tell where the threat was directed. I just had useful means that no one knew about.

--Actually, if you would kindly keep the nature of my large, silvery friend to yourself, and ask the others in your party to do the same, I would be deeply appreciative. What I was able to do was only possible because of that ignorance.

[No, really. Waver's ability to get things done almost always relies on being overlooked and underestimated.]

Edited 2014-07-29 21:42 (UTC)

Was anybody killed?

[ Oh. So this is what Waver had been... not quite able to talk about. ]

He's alive, though I think he may have been blackmailed by Reynard; he can't give me any details. But be careful -- other Unseelie might try to kill him for helping you.

[ A pause, then, with some realization- ] You're the lord that Meera spoke of.

[Oh, no]

Have you heard from Lord El-Melloi yet?

[Oh, well. This is just all kinds of terrible.]

Is the company alright, my Lord? And what of Lord El-Melloi?

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