eachdraidh

[Faolan is not normally one to address the network thus, but there has been a matter on his mind for some time now, and it has come to his attention that he needs to address it before anything worse should happen than already has. That is to say -- his mental connection with Bridei. And the fact that he has no control over it whatsoever. While he does not mind sharing in the little dragon's joys and triumphs, and even his moments of anguish (when they happen, though Bridei is overall a happy child, and even when he's upset he usually gets over it quickly). While he does not mind Bridei sharing himself, he minds sharing a great deal in the reverse. When they had come back from removing the curse from him, when he had experienced those awful things, Bridei had felt them too. And no child should go through things like that. It was bad enough Faolan had experienced such things, but not Bridei as well.

Of course, Faolan doesn't even know where to begin, who to ask about such things. And it isn't as though he can make a broad announcement about needing to know how to better shield his mind from a dragon when Bridei's true identity is being kept quiet for his own safety. It means he must choose his words very carefully. Luckily for Faolan, he has made a life of doing exactly that (among other things).]

I seek to know who among our numbers has skill in mind control and other such arts. Either in practicing or advising in them.

Your efforts will not go unrewarded.

[No one ever accused him of being a conversationalist.]

((*ooc note: backdated to right before ~~shit gets real~~ they start marching out to cathraon!))

aslandish

[ The video opens to the woodlands surrounding Caer Glaem. Aslan rests not to far away from a shrine to the White Hart, which is visible in the distance.

His expression is grave, indeed, but his address is made with poise. ]

To those of you to whom I have never spoken, greetings. My name is Aslan, and I arrived in the drabwurld approximately a year and a half ago by this world's reckoning.

I speak to you now, to those who may be unaware, of events that may be coming in the near future.

Earlier this month, I dreamed a dream like unto the visions that came to a number of individuals at the turn of last year. In my dream, I saw great beasts made of metal ravaging the lands with fire. They destroyed everything in their path, and the light of their eyes glowed like unto the very Shards we bear.

I cannot say when, but I believe this vision will come to pass.

I give this warning so that you might not fear, but prepare.

The End comes, and we must be ready to meet it.

[ He lets his words sink in a moment, then- ]

Be well, all of you.

[ With that, he ends the feed. ]

---

[ ooc: Please check out Aslan's permissions post if you would like him to know your character, and make a note in your tag so I know to look! c: ]

fell_to_hell

[This is a teenager who looks tired, but isn't letting that stop him from doing whatever it is he wants or needs to do. His dark eyes are alert, though they also look faraway.]

This probably won't be of any use in the battle coming up with how late in the game I'm offering, but I think that it's still something that's worth learning.

[He makes absolutely no sense right now and he gets that.]

One of the powers I was born with is something my world calls 'shadow travel.' By using shadows like paths to walk through, I can appear in another place. I can even take other people or objects with me. It works best at night, but there's no real problem with using it during the daytime. There's a price, though. It can take a lot of energy at first, and the amount of energy is totally dependent on the distance you're traveling and how many people are traveling with you.

[Nico looks grim, as that's not the only warning he needs to give on this particular ability.]

For any interested, I have to give you a warning on being very careful to not abuse shadow traveling. When I abused it, I almost ceased to be part of the mortal world. I almost joined the ghosts in the Underworld, the Land of the Dead. Whether that same thing can happen here, I don't know and I don't particularly want to know.

If you're still interested after all of that or you have questions about it in general, then feel free to contact me. I plan on holding these lessons at the White Citadel, but I can also hold them at Caer Glaem's training grounds.

[Since either of those locations will be close to healers.]

parallels

[Clara looks like hell. Honestly, why she used the video function is beyond her. There are dark circles under her eyes and her hair is tousled and messy. Before she speaks, she sighs and presses her palms into her eyes.]

Take a little nap, just for a quick visit home, wake up and there's a massive void threatening to destroy all the world. I used to wake up and think "oh that's Monday, time to make it all better" but now I've just got a headache. Maybe I'm getting old. Haven't got time for a world that's gone to hell.

[She pulls her hands down and licks her lips before continuing. Discretion is important here.]

I had a vision about it. The void. Or at least I think so. I was looking at the map and there was spilled ink. Black like the void. But it was in the north. It started bleeding, swallowing up everything in that strange half light. Then there was nothing but a single dot left.

[She leans back, tired eyes up to the ceiling as she recalls the memory.]

Vague but possibly useful. Would be nice if it was useful, anyway. Being useful is the idea. Haven't heard of anything happening to the north, just Leathann in the south. Has anyone else seen anything like this? Or heard of anything happening there? Don't suppose we could end up with voids times two. Just what we need. Then again, I'm new at this whole "have visions, interpret them, they're possibly a metaphor" sort of thing.

[Then her eyes are back on the locket, darker, and a little glassy. She's fighting off tears but she'll make no more of a show of it.]

Other than that, I've. I've got a request. Or more of a task, I suppose. I need something retrieved from Caer Scima.

My friend... The Doctor left. We haven't spoken for nearly a year and I suppose it'd be silly to count on him returning. Haven't seen much of that since I've been here. Besides, the world is ending. Who'd want to end up back here?

[She bites her lip before continuing, quickly. It's dangerous to speak of others in the opposite court. But she hopes she can make this work.]

He had boons that might be useful to our side. I'd like to have them retrieved. He often kept to himself and I can't imagine anyone hasIf anyone wants to volunteer, you'll be rewarded. Gold, metals, magic, services, I'm flexible. Or perhaps you're creative. Either way, rewards!

Otherwise, I'll take your advice on how to break into a massive enemy fortress instead. Much obliged.

[The last part is said bone dry. Giving the implication that it's half joke-half desperate idea that she might actually be considering.]

raavashing

Locket
The Void is close to the edge of Mount Verla. The Pyrii refuse to leave and they have a week, maybe two at best, before they're swallowed by the Void.

They don't want to abandon their home. So I want to move it.

I need help. If you're willing to help, no matter where you are in the world, I can make sure you get here within a few hours. Respond privately and I'll tell you what needs to happen.

Please, we can buy them time. I just need help.

Compass
The Void is close to the edge of Mount Verla. The Pyrii refuse to leave and they have a week, maybe two at best, before they're swallowed by the Void.

They don't want to abandon their home. So I want to move it.

I need help. I don't care what court you are. If you're willing to help, no matter where you are in the world, I can make sure you get here within a few hours. Respond privately and I'll tell you what needs to happen.

Please, we can buy them time. I just need help.

[Wan will not publically reply to public responses on either network.]

depicted

[Oh, look, it's Dorian Gray! Everyone remembers Dorian Gray, right? Sweet kid, a little naive, recently got scolded at the royal audience? Well, today you wouldn't believe it, not from how very self-possessed he looks, how pleased, how utterly brazen.

One might think that someone who just got publicly called out and punished might feel more need to keep their head down and be discrete, but apparently not. Every actor needs an audience, and this actor, at least, seems to be particularly committed to enjoy the show he's putting on. Feline in recline, he speaks as one who savours language, gesturing in smooth, languid movements. He is the 1890s Aesthete come to life, in all its hedonistic glory, and he is here to share.]

How dreary we all are getting. It's the fin de siècle all over again, but with far less Oscar. Or Yeats, for that matter. [Suitably, mockingly dramatic:] "And what rough beast, its hour come round at last, / Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?"

[And here's a scoff.] I'm not feeling it. We are meant to be the court of tradition, of love, of welcoming the apocalypse. And yet I haven't seen even one orgy in my time at Caer Glaem. Frankly, I'm unimpressed.

[The headshake turns back into that canary-eating smile, and he purrs out his proposal for fixing this shameful problem.]

So tonight, at the sun's setting, I'll be holding a, ah, ritual in the Magi's Workroom. Wine from Mandragora Estates—top of the line, for those tragically ignorant of the most up-and-coming vinery in the Drabwurld—and various other substances. Children not invited.

It's a protection ritual, for the record. It would be so very unsuitable to be decadently useless in our embrace of the End. Try to bring yourself as magically charged as you can.

[ooc: THERE WILL BE NO LOG FOR THIS I am not going to put up an actual orgy log dear god. But this a thing Dorian will really be doing, any character can come as long as they're over the age of consent. Wine, drugs, and sex, all night. Technically, it really is an actual magical ritual.]

reticence

[LOCKED TO: Flora, Berserker, Lucrezia, Bolin, John Grimm, Saralegui, Brucolac, Ganondorf, Waver, & Harry Potter]

Certain information has come to my attention indicating that the Seelie monarchs are collecting information on those with ties to former Shardbearers. You are receiving this message personally because your name specifically has been mentioned in connection with on personage or another. I would advise you on your guard, and advise you to guard those you know who this might pertain to who have not received this message. I cannot guarrantee that they are not in jeapordy as well. Should further information come to pass, I will do my best to let it be known. Until then, I remain. - A Fairy Found Loner*

((ooc: there's a reason it's signed this way, see if you can figure it out!))

steeledskin

[ before the lockets sits a well-composed and well-turned-out lady: her face is set with discipline -- though below it she wants to crack and cry. but sansa stark has a duty -- some imperative -- to speak calmly of grave matters. nothing about this is comfortable; nothing about this is within her conventional grasp. she could compare it to her makeshift trials before the lords declarant or her audiences with the king, but this stage is far wider. out of frame, her fingers tremble. ]

Dear Shardbearers of either court --

[ if her voice shakes then it is by design. some honest fear is permitted into her tone, for what better to move the hearts of strangers than to express genuine dismay at this great knotted problem? she would not have thought to even sell it as injustice until living here and meeting many a person who appeared outraged over these alliances. these marriages. these common cages. ] One turn of the moon ago, High Queen Morla delivered onto me an ultimatum: to marry some Unseelie lord of her choosing, or else invite war upon the Cothromach. Whatever your loyalties, I beg you all to recognize the attempt for what it was --[ and do please fill that blank with your own outraged conclusions. ] I call for aid and support.

[ some words are permitted more of a quiver than others: morla; marry; aid; war. ] But I fear war has come already -- has long already been present -- and today I will refuse the proposal offered, because I fear it was only ever a blade's poisoned edge. I would prevail upon some soul from that queen's court to speak my refusal to her. [ powerful men have met her vulnerabilities with laughter, only to turn and shake their heads when she took small careful steps towards decision. what else is she to do? if she will not play the game by their rules, she must try to write her own. but even now, she hinges her action upon the passion of someone else's protest. someone else's judgement -- for better or worse. ]

The Lady Keeper of the Cothromach will not swear away her city to another court by marriage vows or by vows of any kind. [ except for other partial vows made in quiet rooms with would-be neutral parties. but those meetings are a secret and her announcement today comes instead to engage the hearts and sympathies of prospective champions who might grow incensed over a bully's tactics. lady sansa is not above playing upon their pity if said pity will protect her, her family, and her new city. anyone's pity will do: seelie or unseelie alike. ]

High Queen Morla's dogs are at the gate; let us be wolves when we meet them.

( ooc; i know some efforts have already been made re: the unseelie camps by lancer and others -- there's also a fresh log for the battle itself. )

reticence

[Faolan is not one for making announcements. Being a spy, he does not like to put himself in the spotlight. But he needs information. And they need this information as well. So after consulting the necessary sources, he turns to the lockets.

When he speaks, his voice is soft yet strong and sure. And a lot smoother than his normal speaking voice. He's got to disguise himself somehow, after all. He is used to using this tactic, and he is good at it. For those that know him, it will take a moment to recognize him from this speech.]

Fellow shardbearers. A moment of your time, I beg you. If nothing else should catch your attention on this day, then at least heed this announcement. A great force is rising. Some of you may have heard of Reynard the Fox, Lord of Maupertius. Violent, fickle, and unstable, he enjoys power and conflict, and having turned on both courts at once, he is seeking both for his own means.

Reynard is collecting shards, Unseelie and Seelie alike, for the purposes of gaining power. Unseating a monarch, perhaps. Creating his own court, certainly. Creating his own army, his own champions. Collecting more shards. Gaining more power. We cannot allow such a man as Reynard the gains that he seeks.

Be wary, fellow citizens. Be on your guard against him. A slight man with long red hair, beardless and fair of face, who flies a banner of a red fox on a black field. They say he is deathless, that he can transform into a fox. If you are cornered by him, run. If you are seeking him out, don't. His gain is everyone's loss.

For those who have encountered him before, I seek a few answers. A gathering of information. What has he promised you, if anything? What dealings have you had with the man? What do you know of Reynard the Fox?

reticence

( Like summertime her flowing locks, like spring's first blush her skin // Away from Fionnbharr's dazzled mind fied home and craft and kin )

kingsdaughter

[Sigrid is looking fairly haggard and pale. Behind her is the rugged green wilderness surrounding the Station, though the Station itself is not in sight.]

I'm in the middle of nowhere at all and I've got a bad leg. I couldn't find my locket and I had to ask a thrush to find it for me. A thrush. I'm talking to thrushes and they answer me. Anyway I need help. The thrush said he'd go and find someone, but I don't know who he meant. Does anyone know if thrushes are wise birds or silly birds? If he brings back a bear or something, I've got to hide now.

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