eachdraidh

[Flora is very clearly outside somewhere, and the smile she greets the network with is sunny.]

Hello everyone, I am Lady Flora, one of your Marchionesses of the White Citadel! But just "Flora" is fine.

We're in the midst of a lot of training right now, and I'd very much appreciate your input on some exercises, specifically features for obstacle courses or training constructs. Anything from easy to borderline-if-not-actually-lethal is fine! Rings of fire, pits of barbs, vine traps, swarms of durable killer bees...I won't say the sky's the limit, but there are a lot of things we can do, here!

[Her voice is still rather calm, not rushed at all, but it's just a little higher with excitement. At any rate, she looks entirely too happy to be talking about death traps. ~~But then she would be~~]

If you fly too, that will not be a problem. As for constructs, I can grow or make all sorts of enemies to practise fighting against. I'll modify or mix it up, of course, otherwise everyone would know what to expect from them. I am also personally available for sparring or training. If you have any questions about anything at all, please do not hesitate to ask them!

[Something explodes rather loudly off-screen, and blue, shimmering smoke blows behind her. Her chin tilts as her eyes track something up, up, up...up.

Up.

She adjusts her glasses and looks back to her compass with a bright and sunny smile.]

That will be all! Thank you very much.

[Her eyes once again flicker upward before the feed cuts out.

(ooc edit: Hark, a long ass post.)]

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.

babbylon

Not there, you idiot! There, along with the rest of them! I told you thrice already!

[A bustling scene of one of Leathann's many ports comes into view over the locket, suspended in air by magic. Atop a tower of crates, as if standing upon his very own throne, Gilgamesh orders groups of various people about, directing resources and refugees alike. He seems very much in his element here, and only after several moments does he bother addressing his audience.

Giving a crisp salute with his fingers, Gilgamesh grins.]

Ah, yes, I just remembered! All of you, get down to Leathann immediately. I require your aid. We're saving this island.

[And there, just like that, he announces impossible intentions as casual as could be: we're saving this island. He sounds so utterly convinced with himself, blows past the matter so quickly, there's no doubt Gilgamesh believes every word of it.

There will be a miracle in Leathann, and Gilgamesh will be the hero to usher it in.]

So by order of the King of Heroes, [a booming declaration, a sweeping gesture] HAUL ASS! I expect the very best from each and every one of you!

[...someone throws a rotten tomato at Gilgamesh from the gathered crowd.]

Wh... wh... who did that?! WHO FALLS FIRST UPON MY BLESSED BLADE?! ENUMA—

[The feed shuts off abruptly as that tower topples over. Whoops.]

(( Companion log here! Tag in at your leisure. ))

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.]

showmeyourwreath

( [Locked to: Alice Lidell, Alyosha the Brucolac, Flora, Grell Sutcliffe, Lord El-Melloi II(Waver Velvet), Harry Potter, John Grimm, Lancer(Diarmuid Ua Duibhne), Rin Tohsaka.] )

scorchedchivalry

[Locked to: Alice Lidell, the Brucolac, Flora, Grell Sutcliffe, Lord El-Melloi II(Waver Velvet), Harry Potter, John Grimm, Lancer(Diarmuid Ua Duibhne), Rin Tohsaka, and Alyosha. Basically everyone on this compass network.]

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showmeyourwreath

Hello everyone,

Pardon me, but I'd very much like to know if there's anyone that knows how to regrow limbs, please. Preferably by potion, but I'm all open to other methods. If you'd like compensation for the knowledge, we can talk about it. It seems like it would be handy to know.

[You know, just hypothetically. She likes to be prepared.]

Thank you for your time.

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.]

showmeyourwreath

[Flora does her best to be impeccable, and today is no different, but there's a noticeable tiredness around her eyes. Sleep is for...the insanely lucky at this point, honestly.

Still, she dips her head and smiles politely in greeting, and doesn't falter.]

Hello, there. My name is Flora. I won't repeat what you all already know, but I'll say this. I am working on a few defensive projects for Caer Glaem. There are potion labs around the castle, if you didn't already know, and I'm moving between four of them: two of the communal ones, the designated one for the...magical research group--[She pauses there because she realises that's what their name is until they figure out a better one. And, yeah, they really need to.], and my personal one. I have a greenhouse attached to that one too, and I might be there, probably growing ingredients, but I'm just a locket call away. As an aside, if you need any plants for your own purposes, please let me know.

If you don't have any experience with potionology, that's perfectly fine. If you can use a mortar and pestle, mix things, and follow some instructions, you'd be a great help and I've actually got it all laid out. One of the communal labs I'm using is best for that. Nothing dangerous is happening there; it's been cleared of active energy sources, and the ingredients are perfectly mundane. So, it's sort of like doing prep work for cooking, really. If potions and magic aren't unfamiliar to you, one of the other ones might be better suited.

[Something catches her attention off the locket and she turns to the side, blinking before her eyes widen in alarm and she reaches a hand out.]

Colin, wait! Those mandrake leaves are--

[She's cut off when something goes boom. Her hair blows in the force of the blast, and she ducks her head a little before covering her eyes with a hand, not out of protection, but because she's looking to be very done. A stoppered flask whips by a moment later, but Flora's free hand instinctively darts out to catch it before it can go past her, while her face is still hidden.

There might also be what sounds very suspiciously like goats bleating in the background.]

...not ready yet, and're going to cause a negative reaction when added at this stage.

[One of the bleats in the background sounds sadly apologetic.]

It's fine, Colin, I promise. I'll see to you in a moment.

[She doesn't even sound annoyed, just weary and surprisingly patient at that, because what can you do. Flora drops her hand, stands straighter, and faces her floating locket again. Oh. Uh, people saw that, didn't they. She's embarrassed, but only slightly so. She doesn't have time or energy to spare for that, there's work to be done.]

That didn't happen in the one I said was safe, if anyone's wondering. So we'll be here if you'd like to help. If you have any requests, I'll do my best to fill those, too.

Lastly, if you have some experience with wards of any kind, I'd like to speak with you, please.

[ooc: ~~the log will be up later, since i have some stuff to attend to /o/~~ boom.]

enjoymyatelier

[Lockets don’t give all that much video detail when they’re being used for that function, but it’s clear that Kayneth is moving and sitting in the back of a wagon of some sort that seems to be filled with armor. He’s got a few arcane looking materials lying around, and is drawing circles on a breastplate --- or at least, that can be assumed that’s what he’s doing, as most of the breastplate is out of view.

Like hell he’s letting any of you see his trade secrets! But anyway, it’s clear he has some questions for the network…]

Well, with tensions heating up, I do believe that it’s a fantastic idea to use these lockets for the purpose I presume they’re intended for --- particularly, sharing intelligence.

I’m currently aiding a transport that’s bringing supplies to the new Citadel, both on the building end of things and the munitions end of things. Because of the nature of our destination and our cargo, I assumed that the best route to keep everything safe would be to go through the Northwood and then Eaglais --- but are there any specifically unique dangers to that route? I know it’s customary to leave an offering of milk and honey for the White Hart while passing through, but is there anything else? Bandits, perhaps?

As you can see, I'm giving the munitions and armor a few useful modifications, so I'd really rather not risk having my hard work fall into precisely the wrong hands.

extramural

[ The locket is, as usual, in the air and facing the Outsider. Unfortunately, his gaze seems to be a bit to the left of the locket and instead of floating in mid-air, he's sitting on his bed. A large white rat scurries up his arm and across his shoulder, then leaps to the mattress and then the floor; judging by the faint noise in the background, it's not the only rat in the room. ]

I can no longer see, [ the Outsider states simply, sounding faintly confused. ] The Maidenfish have handed me a piece of paper, but if it says anything, I cannot read it.

[ The aforementioned piece of paper is held up so that the locket can get a good look at the writing- or that's the intention, anyway. He's holding it backwards, and one of the Maidenfish (in the form of a woman, wearing a veil and a long, black dress with a train) gently turns the paper around so that the words face the screen.

Dearest Outsider,

You will have found by morning's light that I have divested you of your eyesight. Is it something you miss? Something you might like to have returned to you?

I'd hoped so! For I'd dearly like to have those shards of mine returned. I propose this to you:

Deliver either a fully-powered shard or a sigil tablet to an old, ruined place where the Black Shuck was once worshipped, in the dark of Nimh Gleane: a circle made of seven stone statues of the Old Dog himself. Place the object in the open mouths of any number of the statues and be on your way. If this is done within a month, I shall make the return to you as swift and silent as it was stolen!

If not, I'll distribute what I've taken among the humble populace of native folk.

Best wishes,

Reynard the Fox, Rightful Lord of Maupertius, titles & honors, etc. ]

If someone could inform me of what it says...?

[ After what he deems an appropriate length of time, the Outsider lowers the paper. Shifting slightly on the bed to hand the note back to one of the Maidenfish, his movement reveals one more thing: on the wall behind him, a fine drawing of a winking fox's face in red chalk. ]

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!))

gordianknots

[A little after ten in the morning, Waver’s face is on the network again. Behind him is the same inn from the last broadcast, and he remains as cool and stern faced as ever. His voice is calm as he speaks, with just a hint of authority to make it at least seem like things are under control.]

Good morning. We have received intel from within Redgate, and the objective of what is to be done to help it has changed. Those who went into Redgate first have since been dropped into the waters off the coast of Leathann. We have confirmed this both by scrying, and attempting locket communication which has only given us the sound of water. It is at the request of Redgate’s temporary administration that we find those missing, and get them onto dry land.

With that in mind, I propose the following: if someone is capable of bringing a map of the area between the Shipyard ring, Leathann, and the main continent with longitude and latitude clearly marked, we can determine exactly where those missing are. With that information in mind, we will ask those who can teleport or else fly to enter that area and locate the individuals.

Meanwhile, we will request that anyone who can access ships, or else provide a vessel of some sort enter the waters to act as a rendezvous point. If those flying or teleporting can’t carry more than one person with them, this will be key in getting everyone to dry land.

For all of this to work, I need that map sooner rather than later. Please.

Those who can offer the ability to teleport, please arrive here. Those who can fly, I ask that you get into the area and be on stand by - coordinates will be given to you the minute we have them. Those who have water and ship access, I ask that you do the same - head into the waters, and be on standby.

A list of names will be available to those involved in the rescue mission. Otherwise I would rather protect identities involved.

Thank you.

Private, to Rin

I’m staying in Daonna to administrate. There wasn’t a chance of me going into Redgate to begin with, there were plenty of other people more qualified than me. Sorry for making you worry.

enthraller

[He'd wanted to do this more formally, had all sorts of plans for what to say and what topics he needed to address. But his hand is being forced, and so quick and to the point is what he has to settle for.

Some might recognize him, but he's been busy outside the courts and so plenty might not. For those unfamiliar, the person speaking over the lockets is young and delicate-looking, with a regal sort of poise and a currently unhappy expression.]

My name is Saralegui. With the Lady Alyosha's death, rule of Redgate has fallen to me. Were things less dire, I'd have taken the time to speak on the intentions Alyosha had for the city, the hopes I have for it. Issues of rebuilding and peace, moving on from past traumas, maintaining a safe haven for both its residents and shardbearers -- anyone who wants no part in this war. But the situation is dire, and time won't permit me to do things so nicely.

[There. At least he can leave hints as to what was intended, both to soothe his own ego over ruined plans, and tease out those who might have had some interest in any of it. Multi-tasking is good. But frowning now, he focuses, voice steady and gaze intense beneath tinted glasses.]

Reynard the Fox is riding for Redgate. We've no idea when he might arrive, or what he's after, but I've seen firsthand the sort of death and destruction he can cause on his own. The city has already experienced more than enough bloodshed, is still recovering from it, and I would not see it suffer him.

[Only a little bit of a lie in there -- he knows what Reynard wants, as do likely at least a few others who are in the loop with regards with Reynard and Alyosha. But details like that aren't necessary to appeal to those who might be useful here. Those with strong senses of honor, or justice, or revenge.]

I know Redgate has its champions and allies in either court from Alyosha's rule, and there are plenty who would call the Fox their enemy. I ask for those who would stand in the city's defense, whatever the reasons. I leave myself for Redgate as soon as possible, through means faster than by horseback and fairy rings, and anyone in Caer Scima willing to help is welcome to travel with me.

vrykolakas

An announcement I should have made a while ago.

I'm vampir. If you're ab-dead, undead, living dead, whatever the fuck, I will offer you at least my ear and the benefit of my doubt, particularly if you are young, hungry, or newly-arrived. This is hardly rational of me; just an old man's old habit. Take advantage, if you will, of my extended patience, but don't weigh too hard on it.

I'd also add my voice to that of the Lady Grell, and reiterate the point she made during the Samhain festivities, given that the old god-dog has requested our service. Don't fuck with the Black Shuck. He comes to all of us in time. You will have ample time to regret being disrespectful towards him.

[He sighs, kicks back, presses his fingers to the bridge of his nose.] Finally, I need information on the Sisterhood of Nymphs and I don't have time to squint at the scribblings of ancient scholars and other lunatics. The Pyrii, specifically.

Go. Anything you know. [Eyes closed; he is clearly asking to be regaled rather than engaged in conversation.]

[PRIVATE TO EFFY:]

Don't know how long I'll be free. Do you still want to learn how to fight?

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. )

showmeyourwreath

Good day, everyone.

It seems Reynard The Fox is a Hot Topic of the week, and I know that he is being discussed in greater depth elsewhere, thank goodness. [Seriously, this stuff is very nice to know.] That said, I may have a bit of new information for those who weren't aware.

He was behind the destruction of the Drabkeeper's Castle. By himself, it seems. I don't know why, but if you've seen what's happened to it, you know that that's no joke. It's been completely levelled.

[So, that might give a greater appreciation of what he might be capable of to those that didn't know, before.

There's more to it than that, but she doesn't know how much of a target she's made herself out to be and doesn't want to implicate or involve anyone else. Still, someone should know all of it.]

[SEELIE LOCKED, but with additional private filters to Waver Velvet and the Outsider]

Secondly, I would caution anyone with any kind of Sight [there is a careful emphasis of the word that she's certain won't be missed by those who know what to look for.] in taking extra precautions in using it, if you have both the means to and the control.

Please, be careful. That's all.

[Locked to Lancelot and John Grimm]

There's something you may want to know, if you don't know it already.

wallhanging

[ Han is still staring at the ‘screen’ of the locket like this is the most ridiculous piece of tech he has seen in his entire life. Still, his voice is confident, and beyond the general expression of disgusted disbelief, there are hints of worry in the way his lips thin. ]

So, apparently, there are no space-ready or functional craft, and even if there were, there is no telling where in the Galaxy we even are. [ Assuming, of course, they would be in the galaxy that Han knows. Which he is beginning to suspect is not the case. ]

So here’s a better question… What’s the best craft available for transport, and what… business is there, to be doing.

[ Chewie’s not here, the kid’s not here, Leia’s not here, his blaster doesn’t work. Hell, he’d even take old Kenobi or even Greedo over most of this crowd. Better the devil he knows.

And, all right, he kinda breaks at this and has to ask. ]

Also, honestly, how do so many of you folks not know that light has a speed, and space travel is not difficult. Really.

[ ~~And all this magic bs can't be real.~~ Hell, these people are worse than Kenobi's Force mumbo jumbo ]

fell_to_hell

[The video starts by looking on a rather sobering landscape. The remains of a leveled palace are all that can be seen, and scorch marks are visible on the stones. Rubble and bits of scattered parchment litter the landscape for a few miles out from the main husk of a grand building. A couple familiar people might be seen checking out the carnage for any hint of what may have happened to cause this in view of the Locket's "camera." The others may be shuffling off out of view.

Finally, it turns on to Nico, and he doesn't look at all pleased. His expression is grim and the muscles in his jaw are tight with tension. He's beyond caring about the bounty on his head at the moment.]

This is the remains of the Drabkeeper's Castle, a place said to have knowledge from the beginning of time in this world, and it was supposed to have been neutral territory. I can't say we can confirm that anymore.

[He pauses for a moment.]

From what we can tell, this magical attack took place weeks ago, maybe sometime in August. As far as we can tell, there are no survivors, and I can't confirm whether there are or not because their ghosts have moved on. There's no way to contact them to get the truth of what happened.

[He cuts the connection abruptly. He has an important call to make.]

( Private: Kaldur'ahm )

{OOC: Here is a GDoc of what the mods have said on this subject! Also, anyone from the Travel Log can potentially be called in this post if you wish. Threadjacking is also encouraged. If you'd like a specific character, then please let us know! Also, as a side note, Soren and Nico responses will be on the slow side because I'm on hiatus until the end of the month.}

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