eachdraidh

I have lost my Locket and I wish to replace it with another communication's device. {Lost, yes. That's easier to say than "it was taken from me because I died".} I would be most grateful for some guidance. I will pay what price you set, though if it requires physical strength, it will have to wait until I am healed.

I thank you for your consideration and I wish you well,

Aragorn II Elessar

{Additional Info: The Locket is being held by one of the Elves (Arwen?) for him, which is how he is able to use it.}

survivra

This wolf is enormous.

[ Katsa can be heard before she's seen, her locket instead in the face of a fully-grown direwolf that's shoving his nose in front of it in her hands. She pushes him out of the way, backs up so that she can be seen in scale with the direwolf: her blue and green eyes are overbright, red-rimmed as though she's been crying, but her voice when she speaks is loud and demanding. ]

What potions or tonics would turn dark hair blue?

digophelia

[ Alice has been at the Barrel for a few weeks now. No one's asked her to cook and clean, but it's been a bit of an engraved habit brought over from her time in London. It's only through getting children's clothing and interacting with the nearby town that it's been plaguing the back of her mind. Unlike the last time she's popped on the lockets back in December, Alice looks healthier, but she is still pretty thin.

As usual. And as usual, her white rabbit is sitting there beside her, munching away at a bowl of food. She's not good at public speaking. ]

Hello.

These may be strange times to open a dialogue about this subject while both of our courts prepare for another skirmish. There are plenty of natives here of various ages who have been hit the most by war, especially children. I used to be the maidservant of an orphanage back in Whitechapel London.

[ Her face only flashes with a hint of pain when she mentions it. ]

Houndsditch Home for Wayward Youth—if you heard of it. And the children there came from similar backgrounds, that they were all traumatized and lost family either by sickness, death, or murder. These children are often overlooked, sometimes they are swept up by those with ill intentions and treated even worse. But they are still children and they still have pieces of their innocence left.

I may not have the resources nor the... capacity right now to replicate that orphanage, but I still want to help the youngest natives here have the smallest comforts like food or clothing. I've only had a handful of opportunities in Redgate and the Station to make good on my word and clearly I need the additional hands.

In addition to natives being sent away from the path of war, I hope that there can be a way to provide resources for them or find them the appropriate care somewhere down the line. I know that it is silly to think of such a thing when all the adults in this world are preparing for battle, but they are so young and they deserve so much more while they are being guided to safety.

But if I were to oversee these things, I reserve the right to be very picky. The children I cared for weren't even spared from the cruelty of adults, even the proprietor of that orphanage.

Surely my friends will be thrilled if I focused my attention on children rather than them. I know they must tire of my nagging.

wolvering

[Pod starts the video, and is obviously in a library, with her white hair piled carelessly into a sloppily braided-bun to keep out of her eyes, and a book with a howling wolf's head etched into the cover in her arms. It's a big tome, and she looks awkward holding it.

Her wolverine is present, though only by the sound of his snores as he naps in a chair nearby.]

Well met, all. I am still getting used to these, so I'm not sure how best to start...

An introduction will do! I'm Pod of Gray Holt, recently come to this world and court by way of one of the Healwort Guild's chapter-houses in Kelneth. I don't suppose to be fortunate enough to reach the ears of anyone who's heard of any of those, and that is beside the point of this.

[She straightens, losing some of the awkwardness.]

I need to learn more about werewolves. I know there are some, native to this place, and others come here from other... worlds. That still is so strange to say. Anyway, I've found some things written in the books, but I've never heard of werewolves before coming here, so don't know how to tell fact from over-embellished tales.

I was hoping someone, or someones!, here could guide me in the right direction. I especially need to know the proper conduct when trying to talk to a leader about important matters. I don't believe I've the exact right wording of it, though.

((ooc: This is relating to Pod's quest, the log for which should be going up no later than the seventh, and will be linked here when it is. Just wanted to get this part done up so I wasn't juggling a log and an open locket post all in one night. If there are any characters who would like to ICly accompany and/or assist/interfere with Pod's little diplomatic mission and want to be personally notified about the log I can do that!))

survivra

Are the women in this world and your own given as much opportunity to defend themselves as the men?

[ she doesn't wait for any answers, giving a humorless snort of laughter at the locket before continuing. it's not a directly related addition to her question, but it's certainly on the same train of thought: ]

Ridiculous that those already holding power are given the privilege of training to the highest levels of their skills, but those most in need of it are left to rely on the protection of others.

aliased

how do you kill a santy claws? [ because he's got a list. and he's stalking children. and he sneaks into people's homes while dressed in red. and he's clearly a drunk.]

bullhorned

Bloody fairies never manage to get things right, do they?

[Like many, Gendry received his boon two days ago, but he hasn't gotten any closer to making proper use of it. Oh sure, walking back and forth through a set of mirrors is a jolly experience, but it's a pain in the ass if they're both in the same room. Though he won't deny he did have a bit of fun setting them across each other and walking through the portal over and over. But! That's not what he'd wanted!]

Seems if you want something decent, you've got to be specific. Seven hells... [He has no choice! He must do the unthinkable:] Stiles, you still about?

[Yes. He must ask STILES for help. That most dreaded of occurrences! Sure, there might be other people who could teleport him from Cothromach to Troichean Beinn in a blink of the eye. But those are other people and Gendry's faith in other people is roughly equivalent to his faith in this war ending amicably. If he's called a suspicious bastard, then it is a one hundred perfect accurate description of him.

But the locket is still in his hand and he realizes he's addressing both courts at large. Damn.]

... just, be careful about your boons, eh? The fairies like to be stingy, if you let them. [There. He's done the community at large a favor.]

( Action Prompts (Cothromach) )

orcsurfing

( private to Thranduil; )

( private to Celegorm; )

public;
[ It is the lush room appointed to a prince that's visible behind him and Legolas looks far more bright, lighter and more at ease than he had the last time he addressed his fellow shardholders. His hair is unbound and so very long now, longer than it has ever been in all his life in truth. And this is already after he had cut off a fair amount. The mass of it spills down his shoulders, smooth and akin to threads of pale gold more so than hair. It gleams in the pale autumn light that filters into the room through the window. His face too, fair as is the way of the elves, delicate almost, is alight from the small smile that has always been the most default expression to him.

Legolas looks a carbon copy of his father, indeed, but far more delicate and gentle in appearance and manner. ]

There is much that I have missed, though I have awoken to joyful news that the moon has been returned and so all is right in the world once more. The scent of autumn is so strong on the air already and a mere glance beyond the windows of my room tells me it is for a good reason. [ He glances briefly outside that window then, a sense of longing to be travelling again, to be among the trees, slipping through. ] The green is nearly all gone, replaced by garb more fitting to the season where all land readies to take its rest.

Barely have I returned to Caer Glaem and yet this sight makes me wish to set out once more... To sit in the strongholds of rock and stone, it is dull and my nature is to wander and glimpse all that the world, this or any other, has to offer.

[ And he does not feel particularly at ease here, not anymore. Yet that's something he keeps closely guarded, but from a few. ]

Yet it is not all that I wished to speak to you, fellow shardbearers. I have thought a while on this, and my forced rest has delayed me further, but I must ask! A riddle? A question? Has any the answer as to how to harness the power that simmers just beneath the surface of the shards we carry?

I thank you for your time taken to listen.

[ He bows his head slightly in a gesture of thanks, but then a realisation dawns on him, causing him to jerk his head up once more- ]

Ah, but there is one more matter I have offered to look into for a couple of dear friends of mine. The dryads of Greenwood the Great they have all but vanished... a reason for a great concern of their sisters who have chosen to travel with me.

( ooc; alternatively an open log! )

survivra

I don't want a locket.

[ katsa's dangling hers in front of her face, close to and giving a clear (as much as the locket's image quality is capable, anyway) image of her mismatched eyes, one an unnaturally vibrant green and the other a bright blue. she's Not Happy, if the pull of her eyebrows is any indication, and her voice is impatient. though the scene behind her isn't easy to make out, since she's holding the locket close, an astute observer might notice the twisted branches and dark green flora of la llorona. ]

I don't want any gifts. I'm not here for any kings and queens, so you can have this back—I'm not going to be yours more than I am anyone else's to do your bidding. There are enough kings to deal with already in Lienid and the Middluns. Do you imagine I won't find my own way?

[ well, all she heard was "from high king and queen" and "send a message" as she was busy trying to kick an imp in the face when she got her locket, so she thinks this is how this works. ]

impeaches

For those that are unaware of me, my name is Renly Baratheon. Times have been trying of late, I believe, and we have all been suffering ills that there are few words best to describe. It is for this that I would desire to offer myself as a helping hand or soothing ear for all that desire it or have found themselves lost or without an ally to aid in soothing their turmoiled emotions. You may find me through this network or in my rooms in the castle; the marking of a stag is upon my door and you will be greeted by my fawn, Laurel. I doubt it will be hard to miss.

[ And now for the main point of his post:

LOCKED TO: SANSA, ARYA, MARGAERY, JON, GENDRY. ]

My dear friends and kin; I would hope that I could meet you all sometime in the near future, once your own missions and duties are attended to. I have brought gifts for you all that I would like to pass on as soon as matters are in hand. I would also wish to hear more of the fate of Ned Stark. You have my thanks.

artem

( the voice on the other end of the locket is that of clary fray, who has been traveling. she's out of caer scima, has spent most of her time with gale hawthorne, and discovered today that in no act of coincidence has he disappeared. they always talked about what might happen if he did. clary fully intends to start research, immediately, on how she can leave from this place and follow him to Panem like she promised she would. in the meantime, however, she is grieving the loss of someone who has become so very important to her. her tone is thick with emotion and every so often, she tries ( with little success ) to stifle a sniffle. it's clear she's been crying, but she figures she ought to let people know. in case he has friends that aren't with him who would want to, who would miss him later. )

Gale Hawthorne isn't here anymore. In the Drabwurld. At all. His things are here - but he's gone. That's -- that's how I knew he wasn't just out doing something. His jacket, all of his weapons -- everything. It's all here. Everything but him - it's empty... It's --

( she breaks off and it sounds as if she's trying to muffle herself and the locket at the same time. she swallows down the pain as fast as she can, because she doesn't want to appear weak or vulnerable to anyone who might be listening to this. but it hurts to say it out loud. it hurts to confirm it publicly. gale is gone. )

I'm sorry.

kingsdaughter

I'm back!

[Sigrid has bathed and washed her hair and polished her skin and everything is braided and tucked and in place as she sits before the locket, sitting like a lady instead of a girl.]

I'm in Caer Glaem and I have presents for a lot of people. Treun is a wonderful city and I will go back, and not only for business. Let's see...

[She looks at something off-frame, ticking each item off on one hand by tapping each fingertip against her thumb.]

Sansa, Gendry, Arya, Jon Snow, Lancelot, and Fili, I've got presents for you all from Treun and I want to see you. But!

[She smooths herself out and looks a little more formal.]

I am Sigrid of the House of Dale. We didn't get any new alliances in Treun, but we've got something just as important happening.

[She can't help the smile that breaks out.]

Before the envoy was sent, Treun was struggling to trade with Caer Glaem. You and I, shardbearers, can use the fairy rings to travel safely from here to there and back, but those without shards cannot. Treun is a hub of trade--traders come from round the world and their goods ship along the Road of Eithne to Cothromach, and from there across the mountains to Caer Glaem. As you know, most of the major battles of the war in the last few months have taken place along the Road of Eithne, making it very dangerous to travel. We have been on the brink of losing trade not only with Treun, but with all those who come by the Road of Eithne--the eastern world, more or less, and a great many by sea.

With the Council of Treun, it has been agreed [her smile splits into a grin] that a new road is to be built south of the fighting that will allow merchants from Treun to travel safely not only to Caer Glaem, but to the western world.

Trouble is, I need people to help build it. I've got three lovely earthbenders who'll work it through the mountains, but we'll need as many as possible to help make this safe path happen for the merchants. The monarchs will supply most of the laborers, but I need foremen. People who know what looks wrong, mostly. We don't even have roads in Lake-town, so I'm not much good there. Oh--there will have to be a bridge over the river.

...Thank you. For listening, even if you can't help.

aliased

[ there's video for just a moment, a grubby-faced arya's in a hay loft in the stables, you can see nymeria licking the face of a white kitten. ruthless direwolf that she is. but it changes to text soon after---]

Does it ever snow here?

steeledskin

Fellow Shardholders. [ of either court! ]

I would speak to a man of law -- should any find himself amid our numbers. [ such a profession is unknown to her, but stiles has explained some occupations and tenets of his world and this one in particular piques her interest. sansa stark could make use of such a man who might be bound by her confidentiality. of course, she does not quite understand the ins and outs of the arrangement.

but that's why she asks today: to learn; to plan; to piece together little patches of her defence. ] Anyone who would call themselves lawyer. I would speak with you. That is the word for it, yes? [ lawyer. ] My apologies if I've gotten it wrong; I'm only a simple girl and I am unwise in these matters. I want to learn about the things that are mysteries to me.

[ like whether a lawyer's strange binding powers of argumentation would even apply in these lands. once her conversations are finished, she snaps the locket shut and can be found in the library -- where she organizes books she doesn't care to read, because the practise soothes her and distracts her mind from its darker thoughts. or else come the evening she sits in her chambers, and allies of hers are welcome to stop and knock. ]

bullhorned

[Feast Day, August 1st]

Life had been exhausting for Gendry, who had only returned for the final hours of the Feast. Much of the food had been picked clean, but that didn't stop Gendry from having a healthy portion of food on his plate. After days of eating the strange rations from Station, he was glad for real food. Even gladder to not be sitting on a horse. He was still stiff from his injury and he was still wearing an inside-out black T-Shirt and blue jeans acquired at the Station. The hall was emptier than it had been earlier in the day and even the music seemed to have dropped its tempo. All the same, he had his eyes out for familiar faces.

[Caer Glaem, August 2nd (and onward)]

Injured or not, work was still work. He'd changed into his more familiar working clothes and had at last heated up the fires of the forge again. His hammer blows were not as heavy as usual as he began construction on a new sword for his uncle. But even if he could not work as hard as he usually did, it was satisfying to be working at all. This was where he belonged, not training with treacherous foxes or playing strange games of war on magical windows. Here, in the forge, he knew exactly who he was and what he was doing and could pour his heart and soul into his work.

To his great irritation, whenever he was not working, he was being hounded by a small fairy who would carry a children's book many times her own size in a desperate attempt to get him to read it. Frustrated, she'd taken to just dropping the book on his heads and darting away before he could throw it back at her. Other times if he was at a table eating, she would stand in front of his plate and start going through the alphabet (and once even jumping on the plate to make letters out of corn kernels, until he pushed her away with a fork.) His agitation was continuing to grow with each day, but he had not relented! He would not be learning to read from this bloody fairy!

[Audio (both courts), August 2nd]

I don't know many people here yet, but I'm Gendry. I work the forge in Caer Glaem. I will be for awhile, actually. I've plenty of work that needs doing. But when I'm done with that work, I've been invited along to this place called Troichean Beinn. [He even pronounces it correctly! That's the benefit of never reading. You get all your words from other people.] It's the city of the dwarves and I'll be allowed to learn from them.

I don't know when I'll be leaving there. But I thought I might see if there were others who had a mind to go there. It's a long trip away, as there's no fairy rings close to it. But I'd be glad for the company.

[After a few seconds hesitation, he closes the locket. It was a humbling and humiliating thing having to ask for company, especially for someone who liked his solitude. But he didn't fancy any kind of journey alone. Not for the risk of danger, but because he realized that unless he was working, he hated being alone with his thoughts.]

baseborne

( The inside of Jon's head is a party and finally everybody is invited. )

peeta_bread

[Peeta's trying to ignore the politics as best as he can, really. It's depressing to think that this world may not be as great as he thought it was. It's evening when he turns on the video, right after supper. He has a bit of white paint on his cheek.

He smiles at the camera.] I've met a lot of artists here. Are there anymore out there?

[He moves the locket so that it's pointing to a canvas. Painted on it is a very realistic painting of the moon, lovely and lonely-looking against a dark sky.] I've been working on this one today.

[He returns the camera to his face, looking troubled.] Do you think this world is better? Or worse? Or just different?

[He doesn't seem to want to offer up his own opinion, and closes the locket.]

all7seas

((The first part of this post is Jack's personal record of his stay at the Unseelie Court. The second bit is action, and anyone near Loch Noa, north of the Station, can encounter Jack. Responses to his locket exclamation in the very last section of this post are also welcome.))

( A bottle-log, first off. Scrawled neatly. Increasingly desperate. Not viewable to the public, just here for its OOC edification. )

[Thus, Captain Jack Sparrow sets off to shoot the Hedley Kow.

Outside the castle, he approaches it where it passive-aggressively chews a turnip. It moos in a low, coaxing sort of way. It is a come-hither moo, but Jack is not charmed. He aims and pulls the trigger, but at that moment, the pistol vanishes.]

BUGGER!

[The beast moos again, and now his hat -- his HAT! -- takes itself from off his head and vanishes as well! Jack is left speechless as, with a final mocking moo, the Kow itself disappears.

No....no, that's not right. The Kow did not disappear. Somehow, Jack realizes, he has disappeared and reappeared Someplace Else. There is a great dark lake before him, dark even under the sun. Trees whisper in the wind. No one else appears to be near. Welcome to Loch Noa, Captain Jack Sparrow. He opens his locket, shakes it, and bellows:]

..........................Monkeytits!

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.

bratking

[Joffrey only recently figured out how to get this thing working. It was all a bit baffling, really, for someone who was used to having to hand-write letters and potentially wait weeks for a response depending on where it was going.]

Firstly, for those who don't know me, I am Joffrey of the Houses Baratheon and Lannister, the First of his Name, King of the Andals and the Rhoynar and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm. If that’s too much for you to remember, ‘Your Grace’ will do.

[Screeching and clawing can be heard from behind a nearby door.]

I've got one of those things trapped in there causing quite a fuss.

[He holds up his sword, Widow's Wail, a rather ornate sword with black and red ripples throughout the blade.]

I think it's time for a demonstration of what Valyrian Steel is capable of.

[He opens the door and takes a swing at the enraged imp, cleaving it nearly in half. It falls to the floor with a thud. Joffrey is usually quite the coward, but he seems to be pretty confident when holding Widow's Wail, placing a lot of faith in that sword and its capabilities.]

You see? It's no trouble at all. If anyone - anyone of the Unseelie court, at least - wants to go hunting for more, I'm ready, as long as you don't slow me down.

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