eachdraidh

"This world is different and yet the same."

Words I spoke to another before I truly found my footing in Allaidh Darach once again, and yet they remain ringing true even now. Over the course of the past month I've seen fit to note down discrepancies from the world we knew and the world that exists now - and for all of our benefits, I will share them. Some are plain to be seen, some are things I discovered by chance, and some were reasoned and then proven.

It is my sincere hope that my listing not be treated as the be-all, end-all truth of the matter, but simply a starting point for others in our number to add the observations they have made and feel confident publicly sharing onto my words. My eyes are not all seeing, my ears not all hearing, and even truths of the world take time to make their way across the seas.

( ooc cut for list. )

erythristic

[cw: mind control]

( september 9th )

erythristic

[when the feed comes on, Grell looks calm, put together, in more practical clothing than her favoured dresses. it's early morning, and the sunlight is illuminating the space outside where she is.]

Right then. The call to arms has been proclaimed once again, and I'm more than aware that there are those of us who either know little about what's expected of us, or who have let their joints rust over in the calm.

That ends today. Preparations at the Ward have been re-established for the month, and if you are uncertain in your abilities, wish to try something out, or need to know which end of a sword to grab, attend the training sessions that will be held there for shardbearers and natives alike. Beginner's sessions are in the morning like always, eight thirty sharp, and that's being generous. Advanced sessions are in the afternoon, but that's hardly an excuse to sleep in too late - if last time has taught us anything, it is that we need to be the sharpest we can.

Those that are confident enough in their skills that believe themselves capable of giving instruction, wherever you are in Allaidh Darach, please make yourself known to me - I can hardly carry out this task on my own. I'll be running on good faith, but if I hear that you can't live up to your claims, you will be ousted and I'll see to it that you know exactly what I think of you wasting students' time.

mercurialize

Right. Quick question, assuming this is working…

Is anything here organized? Or is everyone intended to figure out this training thing on their own?

huntedby

[The device turns on--Vanessa looks...more relaxed, somehow. Her hair is down about her shoulders, a bit wild. From the angle, it seems she is lounging on something. Giving a little smile, she stretches, then speaks, her voice a bit more melodic than normal.]

A wise man once said, "Though a quarrel in the streets is a thing to be hated, the energies displayed in it are fine; the commonest man shows a grace in his quarrel."

I have been thinking on such words. Should we be considered graceful, in the war we make? The battles, the fights...each are bloody. There is something beautiful in it, is there not? In death. In the pale, bloodless wake that is left once life has been completely drained.

[She smiles, a curious, almost mocking innocent look in her eyes.]

Flesh torn, limbs lopped from their owners. The shards dimmed and ripped from chests...and those without becoming fodder for the Void.

Such a trail of dead, all of us do. Such things must trouble your conscious, do they not?

Even if such a thing shouldn't.

[She lets out a sigh, and reaches off camera to grab a glass of wine, before bringing it to her lips, sipping.]

Regardless, I thought I should offer an invitation to strangers and friends alike, to come visit me.

We could have such fun, you and I.

[ooc: if you want more info go here! Log will go up later tonight/tomorrow if you want to participate in that.]

fulminants

So, guys. You remember when we lost all the fire magic in the world to the Void because of reasons?

Well, we've got some hope here. Well, a small, puppy-like, really adorable hope, and his name is Kaio. He's a new god forged from some god of the forge and a shardbearer, and I'm sure some of you have seen him around, because I sure have.

But more importantly, he's going to need shrines, and offerings. I know a lot of you lost those powers and want them back, or even if you just want to get the ability to learn those powers. He's our chance to bring back fire magic into this world again.

I've currently got one in my castle, and I'll be setting up a large shrine to him at Spire Four itself, but he'll need more. So if you guys can set up something of your own, burn offerings in his name, spread the word, you know the drill.

And hey, if he comes by, remember to give him plenty of tummy rubs and ear scratches, he really loves those.

boutant

( cw: language, mindfuckery, mentions of suicide/attempted suicide )

extramural

[ The locket, as always, is held up in mid-air when the Outsider turns it on. He is not alone in this recording, though; behind him are four women in long, gauzy black dresses and veils. With them are several children, eyes all black; the women are gently ushering them along the shore of the beach behind them while two massive dogs run back and forth.

In the distance is the black line of the Void, creeping over the ocean.

Next to the Outsider is another one of the children, and next to him the resemblance is clear: the same eyes, the same curious tilt to the head, the same bony cheeks. The child looks a bit more fey, but he sticks close to his sire, hands clutching to his arm. ]

Do not harm the children, [ the Outsider begins, and his voice is cold, shows every century of age and power. ] Do not harm the children or we will use your blood and bones, and you will be lucky if you are dead when we start.

[ A large palm smooths over the hair of his son. A daughter comes up on the other side, humming. She smiles at him and her teeth are sharp and red. The Outsider leans in so she can murmur in his ear. ]

Ah, yes. Should anyone find themselves with a need to desecrate shrines further -- the same warning applies to you. I will know, should you touch one of mine.

[ His daughter giggles and takes the hand of his son, and the two go to join the others. The Outsider watches, head half-turned. A seagull swoops down and perches on his shoulder, ruffles its wings, and the feed ends. ]

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.]

( Read more... )

erythristic

By now, I'm sure nearly all of us have heard the news. This is a war, despite the slight amount of peace we were afforded.

To this, I've set up preparations to have space at the Ward cleared out, for use in conducting a series of training sessions this month for those who wish to learn the arts of hand to hand and swordplay, or wish to refine their technique. The beginner's class will be in the morning, the more advanced class in the afternoon.

I am also looking for those who'd wish to instruct beside me. Our ranks have quite the accomplished sort among them, and if you have the time, the desire, and the patience to impart your knowledge, I ask that you please do.

We begin tomorrow morning at half past eight.

digophelia

[ Alice is outside of Caer Scima's courtyard in a brisk walk. She has the vorpal blade in one hand and elven sword in another. It feels strange, the sword. It's heavier than what she's used to and the way she uses it, she's not experienced in it. As usual, the way she attacks is frenzied, without a care of her own well-being, always bordering on being feral. She's already tried clubbing them with the knightmare hobby horse to no avail. The fact it didn't affect them leaves her visibly startled.]

It wasn't enough that we already made amends that we spilled blood on Death's Altar?!

( cut for visual reference! )

erythristic

( ooc cut, during samhain )

erythristic

[backdated to August 2nd, sunrise.]

I require several shardholders who can accompany me to Redgate within a few days. Aside from your availability, I also require that you be skilled in combat without magic and that you can take directions without raising a fuss. None of this is negotiable.

If you believe yourself to be capable of this, please respond, and we can arrange to meet.

shadow_spread

( cw for blood and self-harm )

erythristic

[it isn't that she doesn't trust those Seelie folk. it's only that she doesn't see the point in associating with them for the time being. time will come to meet them, and she has little down it will be with them on the opposite end of her scythe.

in any case, she believes if people can ask after their friends and loved ones, after transport and expeditions, one more question cannot go amiss. she clears her throat, and the voice that comes out is calm yet stressing words in a somewhat theatrical manner.]

The beauty and fierceness that inhabits this land...oh, the words of the poets struggle to match up to what can be seen, to what exists in every breath. Let one be silent in that instance, and all the better for it to merely experience it all. Bringing such an obvious thing to notice is not my purpose in addressing this device and by extension all of you, however.

Since arriving here, much has intrigued me, from the hows and whys behind our new circumstances to our recent encounters with the worms to the overwhelming presence of magic in this world. The latter, really, has been most attractive to me, especially with the newly opened possibility of being able to wield it myself.

Yet I am not so prideful as to think I can achieve such a thing on my own. To that end, I am wondering if someone out there has the time and inclination to take on a pupil in learning the arts of magic. I can promise you I am a faithful and punctual student, and I would be sincerely in your debt.

liugan

[ out in the Unseelie courtyard, surrounded by inky black thorn bushes (how appropriate,) Loki sits on the ground, rustling through the plants as delicately as possible. he seems amused enough, a small bundle of the plants already gathered in a cloth in his lap. ]

Atropa belladonna. Once known to be an effective anesthetic and even as a beauty aid, but now more commonly used as a deadly poison, able to render even the most mighty of warriors powerless. A useless, hallucinating, drooling pile on the ground.

Oft considered one of the primary tools of the witch. [ he laughs a little to himself. ] How fitting.

Tell me about yourselves, my new friends. Your worlds, your myths, your folklore. Your legends and your mysteries. I will share my own, in return.

Where I come from, there are nine known, documented realms. Nine worlds. The realms of the gods, the giants, the dying, and the dead among them. I have seen most all of them myself, and I must say, they hardly compare to the remarkable land I find myself in now. Very quaint.

I am sure there are others among you who agree, no? I can't be the only one who feels so very at home here.

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