eachdraidh

For anyone who doesn't know me, my name's Steve Rogers. I'm sorry I didn't get a chance to meet many of you at the feast. Things came up, but I at least wanted to introduce myself.

[For reasons, curiosity. Maybe he's a limited edition but he's definitely not one of a kind.]

I also wanted to talk about something else. Some of you might remember Sam Wilson - in fact, if you ever met him, I'm willing to bet that you do. Sam served two tours in the military, so he could definitely hold his own in a fight. But what he really loved to do was help people. My entire world had turned its back on me, and Sam took me in, made me bacon and eggs. That's the kind of friend I hope to be to anyone who'd call me one.

[Emphasis on 'anyone'.]

Sam's gone now, but he started working on something before he left. It's a clinic, he called it The Nest. There's some medicine and stuff there, but it was more than that. It was a place for people to come if they just needed to talk, or if they needed to rest. I never realized it before, but sometimes in a war people need that as much as they need bandaging up.

[Steve pauses there to take deep breath. Here comes the hard part.]

This is my friend's legacy, and I've tried to keep it afloat. The problem is, I don't know how. And it's hard for me to ask for help sometimes.

[He can barely even maintain eye contact. But the same thing keeps going through his head, fuels him on: for Sam.]

But if you have anything to offer...if you have medical knowledge or if you're just a good listener, even if you want somewhere else to stay. There's a place for you here.

I guess that's it. Again, welcome, and try to watch yourselves out there.

showmeyourwreath

[She knows she must be serious, but she is still riding the high of those she cares most about being better, as well as most everyone else, and so while Flora is composed and elegant, her posture perfect, her smile she wears is very genuine.]

Greetings everyone,

For those that don't know me, my name is Flora, and I am a Marchioness of the White Citadel. It seems the worst of that curse is over, and it was very wonderful to see everyone doing their best to help one another, including the natives, even if they are not the most receptive at times. [With things are they are, it's just good to see the noble selflessness they are meant to embody even if it has nothing to do with being Seelie and everything to do with each individual as they are.]

But, I know I'm not the only one wondering about how this all started. All sorts of things happen here, and often, but this wasn't like past occurrences. [Even if things can get very wild here, there have usually been reasons for it, and she believes there might be one here, too. She can accept that there are things that cannot be solved, but she needs to get to that point first; in the meantime, she does not like not knowing things.]

This ended with our efforts, but started somewhere, and so if you could say when you noticed you were afflicted, that could be a big help. Some people, once cured, weren't able to catch it again, but this did not hold true for everyone and so we could be looking at another run of this. I'm offering twenty marks to whoever can find any substantial information on any of this, with discussion of more depending on the circumstances, mainly the apprehension of individuals who are proven to have had a hand in this with malicious intent, if such individuals exist.

[That she says more seriously. It's no small sum, being almost half of what many natives or shardbearers will make in a year. She's hoping that will prove enough incentive.]

If you've already done research on your own, I'll pay you for a copy, anyway. [she smiles lightly. she rich, ok, it's nbd.] As a marchioness, if you need me for anything, I can be reached by this compass, or at the Citadel. There's a Seelie fairy ring from Caer Glaem that goes straight there.

Thank you very much for your time.

dyingisnotdead

[Loras appears in the locket, his hair a mess of golden curls. He has started to grow some facial hair now, it seems. It makes him appear older. It's him attempting something to appear more worthy of the position he finds himself in, now.

There is some false cheer in him, now, but unless they know him, they most likely won't see it. He has been playing this charm game is entire life, after all. How many people know his true self here, these days?]

My name is Loras Tyrell; many of you know me already, but I wished to extend a welcome to all of those you who have newly arrived. I know that it can be difficult to adjust, but many people here will be willing to assist you, if you only ask for it.

On that note, let me extend you all a welcome to the Cothromach. We are a city in the Spineback Mountains, not entirely far from Caer Glaem.

[He realizes he hasn't spoken to everyone since Sansa left, since the meeting of the Shields, so he must--]

The city's ruler recently left, and I will be ruling now, in her stead.

[Margaery would be laughing, right now, if she could see him.]

Now that I will be spending most of my time in Cothromach, I need to find someone to take over my position at the White Tower. It functions as one of the first line of defense for Caer Glaem; an outlook, to watch for any possible dangers. If any of you would like the position, please do not hesitate to contact me.

Also,

[He sighs, his charm faltering for a moment.]

I confess that I will need assistance while we transition. I have many wonderful advisers, but if any of you newcomers have political talent, I would like to speak with you.

Where I come from, many rulers have small councils. I would like to institute that, for Cothromach.

I am not so prideful not to know to ask for help, when needed.

bethany_hawke

[The video feed shows Bethany in, what some might recognize, as Cothromach, though there are still effects of the previous attack and it's damn cold for anyone to be out and about.

However, it appears she's not alone. There's a small group organized to provide hot soup to people who are in need of something warm, as well as any blankets they managed to gather up for those who are lacking.]

I hope everyone is managing to keep warm. My name is Bethany Hawke, if we haven't met. I've been helping however I can here in Cothromach. If you're in trouble, please let me know so I or another can find you and help you. It doesn't take long for this weather to have an effect.

[A slight smile.]

Luckily, some of my magic has been returned to me, including a fire spell. It should come in handy if anyone needs to be warmed up quickly. Not to be cast on you, of course, but I think we could all do with a little thawing right about now.

impathy

[Open]

It's a fine day for sunshine. I find myself pitying those who choose to live beneath stones and only play at seeing sunlight. The real thing is not so easy to replicate. It seems to be getting warmer as well. Summer Is Coming, as they might say in my own Westerlands. If there is anything to love about this world, it is the peculiarly short seasons. It is a strange thing to have them all wrapped up in one year. I find myself wondering how it is you're able to keep track of them when they each go by so swiftly. It is near spring, but I'm told it will only be a few months long with more certainty than even the wisest maesters can manage - and this from an ill-bred soldier with scant few hairs on his lip.

I will say this for the south, however. It is blessed with very few imps.

[Locked to the Unseelie]

I've spent an uncomfortably long time in Seelie lands these past few weeks, though I am to understand a fairy ring is not so far off ahead of me. Would that we had such things in my own seven kingdoms, I might have done a fair bit more traveling. Though I confess I find it terribly disappoint how utterly small this world is made out to be. Is it truly a void beyond the oceans? I would imagine that it could not have always been that way. Certainly there had to be something far off out there, beyond where ships are able to reach.

In any case, I do have a point beyond the tedium of long riding. My name is Tyrion Lannister, which may not merit much weight here, but I was known as the King's Hand and the Master of Coin where I was from. I excelled in both duties and while I have no mind to butcher my features in further battles, I would see my skills put to proper use still. There is a certain spire that I feel might benefit from my talents and so it is there I mean to go. But I am given to understand there are a number of spires in all and would be only too glad to find other similar minded individuals to begin making certain investments. I do not yet have all my wealth at my disposal, but I promise you I always pay my due. A Lannister always pays his debts.

There is one other matter. Briefly for a time there were two of my kin here. My brother Jaime Lannister and my bastard nephew, Joffrey. Did anyone perchance to meet either of them? I know they are long gone from this world, but I would be interested to know if there was anything they might have left behind.

debts

I keep thinking of this story.

[ There's nothing particularly guarded about the way Natasha sounds. Lazy, maybe; a little mildly amused. ]

Once upon a time, there was a proud and warlike tsar— [ A short pause, then a correction. ] —a ruler. His name was Dadon. When he was young, he invaded and destroyed neighboring lands, taking them for his own. When he grew older Dadon wanted peace, but now his enemies sensed his weakness and it was their turn to wage war on him. He asked for help from his court magician, who gave him a golden cockerel. If any enemies approached, the bird would crow, and because the tsar was pleased he promised that he would give the magician anything he asked for.

Dadon's people lived peacefully for two years. The bird did its job whenever there was danger. One day, the golden bird cried out louder than ever before, so the man sent a great army under the command of his eldest son. Eight days passed. When the bird crowed again, his son and their army weren't back, so he sent out his younger son and another army. There was no news again for eight more days.

He was worried. The bird crowed again, so he went to go investigate this personally, with an army of his best warriors. After several days, he came across a battlefield where both armies and his two sons lay dead. At the edge of the field, he saw a tent with a woman of stunning beauty inside. Her name was—

[ A beat. ]

—you know, I don't think I remember. Her title, though, was the Queen of Shamakha. She invited him inside his tent and Dadon fell in love with her. He took her home, back to his kingdom.

When he did, the magician was waiting for him at the gates. He asked the tsar to pay for the golden bird by giving him the Queen of Shamakha. Angry with the request, Dadon hit the magician with his sword, wounding him fatally. At that moment the bird swooped down and pecked Tsar Dadon to death. And the Queen of Shamakha disappeared, as if she had never been there.

[ Natasha huffs out a laugh. ]

Sorry. Maybe that was too obvious a moral. [ And just like that, the audio abruptly ends. ]

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