eachdraidh

[Dorian Gray has been doing a great deal of growing up. When he addresses the locket, his expression is set firmly, and his famous youth is only in his features. This is war. And he does not wish for death. So he is short, to the point, avoiding all of the excesses of his normal speech patterns.]

I've produced protective stones as a product of my research in warding magic. [He holds up one: a simple stone, with runes carved in, small, lightweight, very portable.] I have made as many as I could as quickly as possible. It will guard the bearer from the first strikes set against them by taking the damage in their stead, but it can only bear so much—up to a broken bone, perhaps, or a deep but non-fatal cut. Still, it is one more chance of survival.

If any wish for one, you may come to me in the library of Caer Glaem, or I can deliver it to you anywhere in Seelie territory.

snakeskin_magus

[In the dead of night, Roa stood out from a balcony built into a mountain castle. The castle, which seemingly sprung up overnight, looked as if it were carved clean out of stone behind Roa. He was overlooking the construction of the fourth spire. Despite the fact that it was the middle of the night, the entire area was illuminated by fake light. Floating yellow orbs hung in the air over the forest, the current shift of construction workers building up what they could under Roa's supervision.

Off to the side, a blond haired young woman with her face mostly obscured by the darkness of her cloak was fletching arrows. Roa shifted his locket so viewers could see the pace of his construction. For awhile he didn't say a thing, simply raising his hands to cast more spells to illuminate the work-space. The thrum of workers below didn't cease and by far, he seemed impressed with it all.]

In my time, 'industry' was never as important as the arts and the education of the few. This is refreshing in comparison. Why, though?

[There was distinct intent in his entire reason for posting this. Was it ultimately an open-ended question? The lighting of the site was as important as was the fact that he was showing the workers, themselves.]

It must be the nature of this beast. In how many wars do you think enemy combatants are free to speak with one another so casually?

Will you show me your rage and desperation? Come--let's burn out this cycle, together.

aureinsof

[Locked to Seelie]

[As much as Aster doesn't want to do this, it's important in the end. It might help him make connections.]

Hey. With everyone preparing for war, thought I would make an offer. Name a monster you want and I'll tame it for you. I need a favour equal in return. You want something simple, it's simple return. Harder and I need more for it. Make an offer if you're interested.

[Open to Both Courts]

[Aster opens the message up here, because he needs to know more.]

Tell me about the beasts of this land. I need to hear from both courts. What monsters do you know about? The more in-depth, the better.

[He considers saying thanks but he doesn't, just shutting off his locket instead.]

withbite

[The feed goes out to all lockets because while Damon is playing Unseelie master of the house, he also doesn't really care who answers, as long as he gets what he wants.]

Greetings from the deserted wastelands of the East.

[Damon's out in the actual sunshine (gasp), the sounds of busy people and horses and a few troll grunts audible as background noise. As for the actual background? The stump of the spire as it's being worked on, along with the dust and barrenness of the mountains. To the left of him behind him, Fernando can be seen feeding the horses. Good Fernando.]

Circumstances have made it so that I've landed myself some things in need of training. I've been told that there's stories of old land holders in the deserts training the sand worms as sentinels, of sorts. Well, it seems I have sand worms that could hatch at any time -- who knows about worm incubation periods, really, but no worm trainers here to train them.

This would be me putting out a call for worm trainers. I know, I know, it sounds like a bad nickname for prostitutes, but really. Giant worms.

...

Also another euphemism, one I actually didn't mean. That time.

[Smirk.]

Leave a message on the lockets or send a letter or show up. I don't care. But you'd better be able to actually train them and not expect to blow smoke up my ass. Otherwise... well. I just wouldn't advise that.

typemoonmoon

[ Darkness fills the space of the locket from her end with her own appearance barely visible. Night time. Eerily quiet for the world. With thick fabric wrapped around the side of her head in the form of a cloak. These actions paint the tale of being intentional, whether or not she fully comprehends her doing so is another story entirely. ]

What is this world's highest power? [ Not who, but what. She seeks out power beyond the mortal realm and feels as if this doesn't need clarification despite asking the captive populace. ]

Those who the sovereign answer to. [ Arcueid does clarify on that point as she sucks in her lower lip in thought, baring one of her fangs. ] Mystical creatures of power, magic... perhaps a god.

Yes, a god is exactly what I seek.

Tell me of one.

withbite

[Hello there, Drabwurld. Have one slightly mussed vampire giving the locket a lazy smile. Is he calling from bed? Looks like. It may or may not be his own bed. Don't question that. Everything's covered, though, so no worries about scarring any delicate sensibilities.]

Some of you might recognize me, others might not. Either way, I'll keep this short and sweet. Since I'm back here again, I'm still going to need to fulfill those dietary requirements I mentioned last time. Which means donors.

[Not that he couldn't take what he wanted as he pleased, but he'd seen some of the things those here could do his last trip and the last thing he wanted was to find himself trying to have lunch with a witch and winding up with a few aneurysms for his trouble. Rude, witches.]

Again, only reply if you're either interested in offering or, I don't know, have a servant or whatever that's expendable. I'm not interested in playing twenty questions or show and tell.

[And that was as in depth as he planned on getting right now. People could offer or... he could get hungry enough to just take a risk and jump some hapless fairy. They were about the size of a juice box...]

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