eachdraidh

I'm planning another raid the Seelie.

If you haven't come before and you want to, I'd like to meet you first. If we've worked together and you're interested, drop me a line and I'll let you know where and when we're set to meet.

thebreakingwave

Mair's fallen to the Seelie and, quite frankly, I don't think we can win it back all that easily, but I've been asked by friends there -- good people, Drabwurld natives -- to make it difficult for the occupying force. I can go on my own, but I'd rather have some support and to that end, I'm looking for a handful of people who can do two things: first, you need to be able to hide your shard signature, and second, and more importantly, that you're quick, quiet, and willing to focus on Seelie targets without harming the native populace.

I've a plan for what might work and information about targets, strongholds, and schedules. In theory, it should be quick in, quick out, and if it does look to be going pear-shaped, there's no shame in running from this one.

If you're interested or have questions, I'm happy to answer.

boutant

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

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.] )

thebreakingwave

Hello, for those of you I haven't yet met, I'm Harry.

[The video footage is of a young man with messy black hair, one bottle-green eye, and half his face silvered over with old scarring. On the damaged side, he has a red amber prosthetic in place of an eye. In the background, there's a crow that periodically peers over his shoulder.]

The queen has tasked me to talk to every one of the Unseelie and ask for a memory of solidarity, overcoming great odds, or defeating a foe. With these, she can use it to create a better, stronger defence for a rebuilt Caer Scima.

It's going to take time to do this — at the very least, a few months — so there's no hurry to meet and I've the ability to get to pretty much anywhere in the Drabwurld quickly.

[He looks down at a bit of paper that's just out of sight; seems like someone made notes before talking.]

Sharing a memory is done through magic, it doesn't hurt, I won't look at anything you don't want me to see and I'll swear to that.

How's that?

gordianknots

[The message is simple, because there's no reason to elaborate. Everyone knows what's happening and where it'll be. But it needs to be done, so that no one comes to him at the last minute to find things shuttered.]

The Barrel will be closing as of the 27th.

Thank you for your patronage. It has meant the world.

wolvering

[The post is open to both Seelie and Unseelie, only because Pod hasn't figured out locking yet (or, honestly, think it necessary). Pod appears on the lockets, surrounded by linen strips that she's rolling into tight rolls.]

I have been hard at work to make things for the army heading out. Wound wash and liniments and bandages, but all my work does not make enough. Not a job for one, this, so I thought, perhaps, that there might be others that would like to lend their time to the task and work with me.

I am also running low on some herbs I need. I would be most grateful if someone knew where else to find them in winter.

[She smiles and bows her head.]

If someone would like to join me, I am in one of the rooms in Caer Glaem that seem set aside for tasks such as these and can send directions. Or if someone would like to stop by and help by delivering them to those in need, that would also be a fine thing.

((ooc: there is indeed a log for those who want to help. and let's pretend this wasn't hideously late.))

baseborne

[So, now seems as good a time as any (or a better time than most) to remind people that there are other options. They've been called to fight, to kill and die, but they would not be the first to cast off the endless war of the greater courts. Such progenitors scatter through the land, it seems, old and entrenched in society but with shards of their own all the same, and ties to the Kings and Queens that only become clear when pulled. (Confusingly enough, the native peoples have even adopted one such shard-bearing defector as their anti-shard-bearer mascot. Jon has long since abandoned the exhaustive habit of questioning the logic of anything in this land of fairies.)

Still, this is his first time addressing the Network at large (intentionally, let us not speak of any accidental star-theft related visions) despite being around for just over half a year, now. It's... oddly unnerving, but he puts great pains into keeping his expression stony. Indeed, he presents the locket with a very serious, rather dour look that gives the impression he'd be a huge stick in the mud, and then he clears his throat.]

If there are any who do not wish to take part in this war - who cannot fight, or who will not, the Cothromach takes no part and would house you for however long you might think it necessary. [Straightforward and to the point. Jon's not great at rousing speeches, really, he just says what he has to say.] Other places have been offered, and they are good as well, held by good people. [Sup Mally!] Only know that you have options. [You know, in case those wacky Queens are telling you to take up arms against your literal brother or something crazy like that.]

curser

[Maleficent appears to be at the Falls as she makes one of her rare broadcasts, seeming to also be calling from her nest. Interwoven branches and greenery were her background and her soundtrack seemed to be the echo of the Falls interspersed with birdsong.]

Greetings to those who bear a shard and dwell within this land. For those not familiar with me, my name is Maleficent and I reside at the Hidden Falls to the southeast of Caer Glaem. I'm sure that by now we've all heard the... call to arms, as it were. I've made no secret of my desire to keep myself out of this war that I have no stock in. Fairy fighting against fairy is... well, it's an abomination. If those that reside here wish to clash their clans together, that's their prerogative, but that was not what I agreed to when I arrived.

I know there are others here who share my thoughts on this. Who wish not to fight or make war with those they might be friendly with -- or even related to. Asking blood to fight against blood is another cause I cannot support.

So I would offer the Falls as a safe haven of sorts to all those who would wish it. Seelie and Unseelie alike. Those that wish to pick up arms and join the fight, I only hope that little blood is shed. Those who have no heart for war or who do not know where to go, you are welcome here. There is no keep and no castle, but the climate is temperate and you are welcome to make a place for yourself here as you need it. All I ask is that you respect the lives of those that live here as well and do not cause strife or discord while here.

[With that, she gave a slight nod of her head, a signal that her address had reached its end and she waited for those that might accept it.]

thebreakingwave

[Harry is standing just outside the Station as a light dusting of snow falls around him. For those that haven't yet met him, he's a young man with unruly black hair, just long enough to be tied back, and notably missing an eye. In its place, he has a silvery trace of scar tissue and a prosthetic made of red amber.]

Hullo all, I know I haven't met too many of you and that's a shame, but I was hoping to call on you. On any and all of you that have some skill with magic or even that can just lift a paintbrush. Behind me is The Station, it's a lovely place to visit, with a great many comforts from home, but a few months ago it was badly knocked about and hasn't been able to really repair itself just yet.

In light of the season, of the cold that's to come, I was hoping to get as many of us out here, working together, as possible. There are homes and businesses that need shoring up, repair, and not only is it the right thing to do, but given how we're viewed here, and not unjustly so, it's a good idea.

There's no pay in it, but there's plenty of holly and hot soup.

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!))

thebreakingwave

locked to the Brucolac, Hermione, Thranduil, Waver, Rin, Saralegui, and anyone they let in

reynard running to redgate. will report back with information if and when i have it.

stillhope

[There's some hesitation at first, unsure if the locket is working, but with a small sound from the imp beside her, she adjusts. The image is no longer one of the stars and boughs of the trees overhead but resting on the face of a weary elf. A weight had been lifted off of her with her arrival, though the chill still remained - seeming to radiate from within.]

Mae govannen [(Well met)], these creatures informed me I am in the Drabwurld just beyond the Unseelie castle. They do not seem to be able to tell me how I might return home. It is imperative that I do not linger here, my father will worry.

[Among others, though he would be first to notice her absence. It could be a terrible distraction from the war, causing worry when it was unnecessary - even cause a horrible loss. That could not happen - no on her account.]

Goheno nin [(Forgive me)], but I must return to Imladris at once. You seem to have powerful enough magic to bring me to your world, surely it could not be such a hardship to return me home. Thank you for any assistance you can provide.

[And with that the locket closes, uneasy eyes searching the forests for an unseen danger - far too accustomed to things like orcs roaming in the night. The sooner she could be returned home, the better.]

nowthatsfunny

Okay, I get it. [ Tess' tone is brusque, cool, almost flippant. She feels fucking weird talking into a locket, of all things, but it's been a long damn time since she's had anything like a phone, so hey, might as well try this out, right? ] This place is magic. Fairies, trolls, goblins, whatever. You have 'em. Like some kind of fucking fairy tale. [ She honestly isn't sure what to believe right now, so she's getting right to the point. ] I just have one question for you. Cordyceps. Have you heard of it? And more importantly, is it here?

[ Tess glances aside for a moment, her eyes flashing with - fear, maybe. Not that she would ever admit that. ] Because I can live with magic and shit if there's no infection to worry about.

[ Whatever 'living' might entail here, anyway. ]

silmarils

( ooc cut for teal deer )

I-- [ the voice is a harsh croak, as if its owner's throat has been stripped raw by screaming. even so.. even so, there may be something familiar in it. maedhros takes a trembling breath through his nose, curled and shaking, scorched and bleeding hand curled almost white-knuckled around the locket. but even so, there's only his voice to judge. ] --I seek the sons of Feanor, should they be here.

[ with a quiet snap, he shuts the locket and ends the message. ]

amplified

( there is an edge of panic to her voice, though she tries very hard to suppress it. she has clearly been crying, her makeup a streaked mess. behind her sit prada, and both of allison argent's hounds. )

What happens when a person leaves the Drabwurld? Where do they go? What happens to them?

( allison is dead at home. what does that mean? )

These dogs came to my door today. So I thought maybe they got away from Allison. They're hers. But no, I went to her room, and it's empty. It's like no one ever lived there at all... I can't reach her on the lockets, either. Allison Argent - has anyone seen her? If she's gone...

( she takes a breath to steady herself, licks her lips, tries to soothe her nerves. )

What happens to a person if they disappear from this world, but they've died in the world they're from? Because she's -- she's gone. ( then, in a quieter voice, little more than a whisper thick with emotion ) Stiles?

Allison's gone.

thebreakingwave

Good afternoon, I've been informed that one of our number has recently taken a woman named Hermione hostage. If this is the case, I'd appreciate proof of life and the opportunity to talk with her and make sure that she's being well-cared for. I'll offer whatever surety you need.

[He doesn't sound particularly pleased, but he's making an effort to remain professional.]

masterofmystery

[For a moment, the video of the locket filters on. It's the briefest of glimpses, but a glimpse nonetheless. The face on the other side is a bit dirty and angry, it's very obvious it wasn't a planned glimpses. Most notably, perhaps, is that the castle of Caer Glaem has been abandoned. Instead the video captures a forest, a part of one, at least.

But the video wasn't intentional and just as quickly as it shows up its gone. For a while there's nothing. Ron Weasley doesn't know what to say or even if he should say anything at all. He knew making anything public was a dumb idea, made worse if it got in the wrong hands. But did that really matter in the end? He was angry--it was an anger he's only felt twice before... Under similarly dire situations, at that. He had to be smart, though.

He waffles through words and thoughts. He almost doesn't want to say anything at all. Would Hermione even be happy he got other people in on this? Probably not. But there were people here that mattered to her and he had to find them. Even if he kind of... ran off on his own with compass and deluminator in hand, he couldn't have sat still then. But talking and dragging them along wasn't the same thing at all.

That's why the actual response takes much longer to come out then expected. And shorter then all that time spent considering it might suggest it should have been.]

[SEELIE LOCKED TEXT] answer this if a compass means anything to you. [/END SEELIE LOCKED TEXT]

[It ends abruptly more after that and there's another long, hefty pause. He doesn't want to ask for help. There isn't time to ask for help. That's why every time there's a pause now he's apparated somewhere else. ]

[SEELIE LOCKED TEXT] there's a girl you can't miss her she'll yell at you for no good reason and rattles off about anything she can get her hands on. if you know anything about her you should answer too. this is the only time i'm gonna talk on here for a while. i don't have time to bugger with this any more. [/END SEELIE LOCKED TEXT]

[There, better. Still vague enough while also addressing the issue he needed to get to. He knew she'd get mad if he didn't try to contact someone else. He needed to get to Harry, too. But fussing with figuring out how to send private locket messages right now wasn't worth it. He'd have to figure it out later. The longer he sat around chatting the quicker something could happen.

...So he finally ends it here:]

[OPEN TEXT] never use flying broomsticks for travel for more then a couple hours

[Now that he tried for a forced bit of humor, he has one last thing to say to the general public. Does he honestly care what anyone says? No. He had enough of this a few weeks ago. He wasn't about to start again. He was done, he was tired. And no one was going to hurt the people he cared about again.]

touch her and i will kill you [/OPEN TEXT]

ziggyzoggy

[It's early in the morning. Actually, it's the creeping up on the buttcrack of dawn, entirely too early in the morning, but there you are. Sun's not quite up yet; the cold light of early morning seeping into the cracks of windows, not enough to take the chill out of the night yet. Who's been up for a while? This guy. There's errands to run, and if it's going to take days to run them, might as well get started early. Really early.

So! Good morning, Caer Scima! You get a Troll. Or at least, the painted-up face of one.]

I'm Vol'jin, Chief of the Darkspear tribe. Wit' that out of the way, listen up:

I'mma be travelin' to the Station soon. Ya need somethin' from there, or ya just want company, or ya don't feel right travelin' wit'out someone to watch ya back, meet me down in the Courtyard at sunrise.

Bring ya own supplies, at least a week's worth. I ain't ya minder.

[This ain't no newbie fetch quest; don't expect him to hold your hand.

Chieftain out.]

bolincredible

[ GOOD…… late night or super early morning, network. Witness the amazing Fire Ferrets in their natural habitat, if a bit sleep-mussed and underdressed. (Understatement, tbh.) Come on, if your pajamas aren’t “be shirtless” or “in a sports bra”, you’re just not doing things Republic City style in this weather.

The scene set in the rather large room is unnerving at best. Splashed against the background are scorch marks from recent firebending, and shadows are cast from the ripped and torn flooring — it looks like there was one hell of a fight. Off to the left, there’s a soft glow as Korra tries to heal a deep wound on her arm with her waterbending and Mako, holding a small flame in his hand for light, crouches over a dark, suspiciously person shaped thing on the floor. Next to it are two other suspiciously person shaped things, also not moving in a very “dead” fashion.

As Mako makes notes in a small logbook, he and Korra seem to be having something of a disagreement, with Korra hissing angrily and Mako trying to calm her down with steady, hushed tones. While they talk, he meticulously searches through the clothes on the things — let’s be honest, they’re corpses, three of them, lying on the bedroom floor — gathering the evidence he finds and apparently writing it down in his little book. He adds whatever he finds to a growing pile of trinkets... which at this point consists largely of knives, garotting rope, and other sketchy murderous tools. With a soft trill, the two cats who adopted Mako jump up on the bed, looking shaken and huddling protectively around a small green and gold snakelike creature. Naga, on the other hand, seems to be licking something from her lips with her long tongue, looking quite proud of herself, tail absently tapping on the mattress behind the kittens.

Bolin, looking suitably confused and sporting an oddly smug Pabu-scarf, is taking up the foreground and accepting the responsibility of having his priorities in place. Unlike some people, wow. ]

Uhhhh. Hey. So my name’s Bolin. Nice to meet you if I haven’t already met you. Nice to see you again if I have? [ You know, whichever. ] Got a quick question for anyone who could answer, it’d be great to have it cleared up: is there like a... running history of people getting a pet back for a boon, only then a month later it turns out that their pet can also grow about eight feet and tackle an assassin? Just. Just wondering.

[ He stops. Glances back at Mako and Korra. Purses his lips, and turns back. ]

Okay, so, one more question. About the assassin thing. Like… are they also a thing with a running history here?

[ in the background, the dead body rummaging and healing krew has finished their argument, and in the ensuing silence, you can hear their last snippy comments before the feed ends. ]

At least no one was kidnapped.

[ Mako says, completely deadpan. Korra’s eyes narrow and she shoots back: ]

Or arrested, huh Officer?

[ WOW, RUDE, KORRA. ]

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