eachdraidh

[Across the video feed, a far younger Waver Velvet appears on the screen, the background of the Barrel plain to see. He's sitting inside, ramrod straight posture, doing his very best to project an air of authority.]

Hi. [There's a pause, and Waver looks down, presumably at papers in front of him.] This is a question for everyone here, in an attempt to address the current situation.

Everyone's been talking about how being back at this time is a second chance, but I was starting to think: what good is a second chance if everything repeats? No one's doing much of anything yet, but it's probable that something is going to start soon. Which means that there should be a question asked and taken under consideration here: how can one reassemble this gem with shards without resorting to a war?

That question leads me to two more: how were they collected in the past, and was there any indication of what happens to shards when they aren't embedded in people? Like. Not before you kill them, but before you're born with one of these things in you. Do they exist in some other state? Or something else entirely?

I'm not familiar with a lot of things here, so anyone who's been here for a long time should say something if they know it.

cerebral

I need help. [Charles looks more like how he'd been when he arrived in the Drabworld nearly two years ago - longer hair, a full beard, only this time he was dealing with piecing his mind together bit by bit rather than recuperating from years of substance abuse. While he talks, he continually looks off at something at the corner of his eye, blinks, before refocusing on the locket again.]

Not with getting anywhere, or anything like that. Look - I can't be the only one who was wounded during the battle. I was before then. I'd gone through something some weeks before, but... I don't know. I don't know if everything made it worse, or if it kept it from getting better. [He runs a hand through his hair out of nervous habit. Wherever he is, there's not a lot of people surrounding him and with good reason. There are times when his telepathy threatens to overwhelm him again and it's better to be away from large crowds right now.]

It's my head. My mind. [There's a deep sigh, before he pushes forward because fuck his career as a spy - ] You remember when you shared memories with one another? I can do that naturally. And because of everything - I can't sleep very well, not very well at all.

[There's more to it than that but doesn't want to get into the nitty gritty; he's sure people can infer. Mumbling - ] Where can any of us even go right now? [A moment later and he clears his throat.]

I would also...I'd like to know who's still here. Even if we haven't met in person before. Fuck, even if we hated each other. It's a wild new world and, God - [He smiles for the first time, bright and abrupt, in spite of everything that happened.] There was mention of a party? I need a party. A week's worth.

chromosomes

Well.

[ Well indeed. The Red Hand's plan didn't quite go as they wanted, but the Void didn't kill them all. That's something, right?

Of course, John doesn't say that, or much else that he's thinking about the battle or the Gem or the far worlds. He just shakes his head a little. ]

If anyone's ended up somewhere and has a hell of a long trip to get where they actually want to be, I might be able to play taxi for a while. I fully intend on checking all these new -- to us, at least -- places out, so I might as well be useful while I'm at it.

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.]

brainiest

HERMIONENET / COMPASSES

To anyone that owns a device that can read this notice:

Please return your device to me for additional protection and charms. This won't come with any charge, but it is something that needs to be done. It will make it so that no one but you can use your device and, should it be stolen, it will turn into a harmless little lump of fool's gold, with a promise of a replacement from me if you need it.

If you can't come to me personally for any reason then, please, let me know. I'll do my best to either visit you or send you information on the runes for you to perform yourself. Thank you.

SEELIE LOCKED

[ The video feed shows a harried, tired looking Hermione sitting behind her desk, head held high as she smiles, leaning forward. ]

As always, if anyone is in need of potions or charmed, protective cloaks for the upcoming battles, let me know. Artefacta will be happy to provide them, and we can enchant items you already own as well. Just let me know through your lockets and I'll arrange it all.

sangilak

[ when the visual feed starts, there’s a bright green snout poking at the locket, and korra’s voice can be heard in the background — soft, encouraging. “it’s how we keep in contact, rizhao,” she says. satisfied, the dragon slithers away to mako — currently sitting on the floor with a conspicuous collection of bowls of black powder, paper tubes, and clay — and climbs right on top of him, all thirty feet of her piled on his shoulders, looped under his arms, and all over his lap. the locket swings around, catching a glimpse of one asami sato at a carved wooden table, looking over some small parts that look like clockwork gears with a hand to her chin. she seems Very Interested in what she’s doing, so we’ll leave her alone for now and get to the focus of what this post is really about:

korra comes into view, fixing the angle of the locket before setting it down. she’s about to start talking when a great white head comes into view, and naga drops herself down next to korra, chin on the girl’s lap. as korra relaxes, she begins to address the network, ]

I hope everyone’s feeling better — did anyone find out what caused that silver stuff to spread? How it got started? There seemed to be a lot of different cures, but…

[ that’s not really what she wanted to talk about, so she lets that thought drift off, leaning back and drawing her hand between naga’s ears for a second before she continues. ]

We’ve got a lot of new people, don’t we. [ and she doesn’t seem happy about that, oh no. ] My name is Korra, you can find me out on the Western Road if you ever need to travel to Redgate or the University — but you don’t wanna go to Daonna, trust me. You’re more likely to end up dead than actually accomplishing anything.

( TL;DR INSIDE )

colorofthesky

[ The audio feed begins with the sound of a muted tapping. ]

Is this on?

[ He taps it again, and a young man with spiky, black hair appears. He's peering...much too closely at his locket, but eventually he leans back, the scar on his left cheek becoming visible. For those familiar with the area, the training grounds in Caer Glaem are behind him.

Satisfied that it's on, he smiles a bit. ]

Hi. [ Awkwardly, he scratches the back of his head. ] I'm sure it's pretty obvious to those of you who've been here a while that I'm new.

I've already gotten a few different versions of what's going on here so I think I should be good in that respect.

[ Oh Zack, you sweet summer child. Moving right alone, though, he has other things to say. ]

Since it's a war we're here to fight, I'd like to know if there's anyone around who'd like to spar sometime - hand-to-hand or with weapons.

Also, if there are any places you'd recommend visiting, I'd like to know!

[ A large black head nudges him roughly, and after a soft "hey!" Zack turns briefly to pet his horse's face. A large sword becoming visible, hanging on his back before he looks back at the locket. He flashes a small, sheepish smile. ]

Any tips on riding horses would be good, too. Thanks.

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.]

knightscode

[ A few hours after Ariadne's post, which came after the monarch audience.

Lancelot's voice is clear and calm, if a little tired. This sort of thing always drains him. ]

For those who do not know me my name is Lancelot, I am marshal of the Seelie forces. If we have not met before, forgive me. Things have been busy of late, and today is no exception. I would like to preface by saying if you have any questions you are free to approach me, either by locket or in person. I am often in the training grounds here in Caer Glaem or over in the White Citadel. I never turn away a question or help offered, and I do my best to be transparent and honest in my answers.

Recently a lot of activity has been noted from a group known as the Cult of the Fox. For those who do not know, they are a native group who have a strong anti-shardbearer sentiment. Since all of us are shardbearers this is a little difficult to ignore, and ignoring it is not something I would recommend in the slightest.

( [ I will do my best to explain ] )

brainiest

I know I've made an entry like this before, but I thought it might be apt to make a new one considering how official things have become lately.

[ Hermione looks at the camera, initially nervous but gathering in her own determination, expression tightening before she continues to speak, careful and measured and making sure she doesn't rush her words. Anyone that hasn't seen her since June will have heard the rumours of her duel and will see the mark of it on her face - a scar, healed now, covering the left side of her from her brow down across her cheek. ]

My name is Hermione Granger and my friend Dorian Gray and I run a business called Artefacta. Together, we make and produce potions, runes and protective enchantments for you to use for whatever you happen to be doing while you're here in the Drabwurld. We can also create and enchant items for communication, generally compasses, should you need that for anything - or if the lockets stop working as they did this past year.

[ She nods her head, turning the camera to show off the cloaks, compasses and set of vials that litter the desk she's sitting behind. ]

If you need something please feel free to contact us privately or visit me at the White Citadel. Tell the guards outside my door you're here on business and I'll make sure they let you in.

[ Unfortunately, since January, Hermione has had her rooms on lockdown, just to be safe. Only a few people are allowed in without permission and, generally, people looking to buy things are not on that list.

But - she continues. ]

I've also been learning to duel and swordfight over the last year and I was hoping to find someone who wouldn't mind sparring or practising with me. Nothing professional or intense, I'm hardly that good, but a little something to make sure I don't go out of shape would be nice. Let me know? And... Thank you. In advance.

detoxifying

[ Cullen has used his locket a few times, particularly during his time in the Cothromach as he recovered from an injury. Still, it was one thing to respond to others, or leave them short messages. It was another to cast one’s thoughts out, as though talking to everyone and no one in particular. He rubs the back of his neck, frowning slightly. ]

There is something that I’ve been meaning to ask for a while.

[ …Oh Maker, he’s forgotten something. ]

Though, I suppose it might help if I mentioned my name first. To those that don't know me, my name is Cullen. In Thedas- [ a pause ] my home world, my title was “Commander”, but, I really doubt that means all that much here.

[ Another pause, as he tries to find his footing, feeling more and more foolish by the moment. ]

As I was saying, there’s something I’ve been curious about almost ever since I arrived here, but I hadn’t gotten the chance to ask anyone about it, what with that Blighted creature rampaging across the world…

[ Another pause. ] And… that’s magic. That is, I’ve been meaning to ask about magic. just in case he wasn’t clear enough. ] I’ve no doubt you all know what it is, seeing as we’ve all been brought here by such a force.

In my world, opinions about magic were… mixed, to say the very least. While mages are certainly valued in many situations, they are more prone to possession from hostile spirits that offer countless temptations in exchange for a foothold in the mortal world. Not to mention, some possess the ability to raze entire cities to the ground, demons or no. To that end, the Templar Order existed to guard against the dangers of blood magic and demons. W-[ he corrects himself ] They used abilities of their own to combat hostile magic, often at a great personal cost. Mages also often studied in something called the Circle of Magi, though conditions were… not always ideal.

[ Perhaps he was a bit biased in some regards, but he was still attempting to be as diplomatic as possible. Maker knows if he actually managed to succeed. ]

I’m curious to know more, both about the magic here, and magic from… other places. The places that you come from. And how those without magic interact with those that possess it, or where that power is drawn from. Or... those with other abilities that aren't magical but are still... something. It would be… rather helpful.

[ And not fully satisfied that he didn’t make an utter fool of himself, he closes the locket. ]

VIDEO | SEELIE LOCKED

[ Not much later, he opens the locket again, this time with a message only visible to those in the seelie court. While he is perhaps somewhat unaccustomed to asking total strangers about their opinions on more sensitive subjects, there is one thing that he does know how to do.

When he speaks again, he is professional and to the point. ]

Ser Lancelot has tasked me with locating additional men and women for guard rotations at Caer Glaem. Given what has occurred there, it is vital to protect not only those that would aid in reconstruction of the damaged areas, but others that still cannot defend themselves [ a pause, as he contemplates something. ]. And, regardless of your personal feelings on the war, it is a worthy cause.

[ A nod, as he shuts the locket. ]

stillhope

[She moves through the underground forest of Maechenibryth, pausing for a moment to lightly touch one of the gemstones before turning her attention to the locket.]

I have heard that our shards possess a power of sorts - once that could be wielded with the proper training... [It's an intriguing thought, although it is equally terrifying knowing full well what power could do in the wrong hands.] If there are those who might be willing to share more on this, I would be most grateful.

I do not wish to use it to harm others, rather to help. I come from a family of skilled healers and would like to lend my assistance however I might in these dark times. [Which brings her to her next point...]

I also seek information on the healing properties of the native herbs, any assistance would be much appreciated. [She gives a soft inclination of her head before offering a smile.] Aa' menealle nauva calen ar' malta.

extramural

[ The message that comes across the network is abrupt, as though the sender thought about sending it and simply did with no further thought. ]

I wish to learn more of the magic of your worlds, of this world. Not only how it works but how to use it.

I can offer a trade, should you require it.

[ After a moment, there's an addendum: ]

If you do not wish to discuss such things over the lockets, dedicate a shrine to the Outsider. I will know. We will speak there.

brainiest

[ The locket opens on just Hermione's face; behind her there is nothing but a blank wall, at least until she turns. Then there's a small bookshelf, a series of vials and a cauldron before she sits down and refocuses the camera on her and nothing else. It takes her a moment to speak but she does - after taking a long, deep breath. ]

For anyone that doesn't know me, my name is Hermione Granger. We're about to enter a war and I don't think it's right that any of us enter entirely unprepared - there's only so much we can do, but I intend to do whatever I can to make sure that everyone is ready and as capable as they can be.

[ Another deep breath and she turns, so that both her cauldrons are in sight. ]

I've been brewing potions for the last few days, as much as I can and as quickly as I can. I have things for cuts, scrapes, wounds, for loss of blood and for burns, anti-paralysis... I think you get the idea. I've got a lot of stock and I'm ready to give it to anyone who thinks they might need it before they go and fight. If you need it after then you know my name and how to contact me, right?

[ She looks troubled, still; war isn't something she is entirely comfortable with, even now, even with how familiar she is with it. ]

Just let me know if you want or need something and I can pop over and deliver it. And if you have, um, friends that might need it but can't read this? Let me know. I'm an equal opportunist potioneer, I promise. Thank you for your time.

[ And, added a little later, if the change in the shadows of the room are any indication -- ]

You don't have to pay me for them, but if you can find ingredients or donate something that would be nice. Just so I can keep this going.

[ Happy, Mako? ]

knightscode

[ Lancelot is doing a remarkable impression of someone attempting to look calm and competent. He's getting better at it, although the faint lines of tension and stress are likely visible to anyone looking for them. His surroundings, what can be seen of them, look as if they might be a study of sorts. ]

For those of you I have yet to meet, my name is Lancelot. I hold the rank of Field Marshal here in Caer Glaem. I have no doubt those of you newer to this land have plenty of questions, and if you have patience enough I will do my best to answer them.

As it stands, I have seen plenty of people offering training. I thought it worth emphasising that the training yard here in Caer Glaem is open to anyone of any skill who wishes to either help train another to defend themselves or improve their skill. You may have never held a weapon, may be considered the best in your own land. Either way, I am quite certain you will have something to learn and teach both, and we will find what is best suited.

When all of you were brought here it was because of something inside you, what they call a shard. A chip or piece of a gemstone of great power that found its way to your world. It carries power you can use, and some of us -- myself included -- have been taught how to do such a thing. I will gladly teach anyone who wishes to learn. It is better to be taught than to use it by accident, I think, as such things can be explosive.

Likewise, there is always plenty to be done around Caer Glaem that is not combative. If any of you wish to volunteer your skills, or to be pointed somewhere you might be of use, we will find you something. No skill is useless, no person lacking worth. A city cannot be manned by soldiers alone, it takes more than that to keep it running.

[ ... Is that it? Yes, he thinks he has run out of things to say. Lancelot inclines his head a little, offers a small smile. ]

Thank you for your time.

[ OOCly; A log if you wish to find him, train with him, fight with him, or just mingle in the training yard with someone else! Lancelot can also give out quests, he has q few open still but I can also create new ones to suit if you have an idea. If you need your character to be pushed into something for the war effort, or are unsure how to involve them, you are welcome to let me know and I will try to think of a way to recruit them! ]

parallels

Clara Oswald here.

So...

[There's a lengthy pause as if she really doesn't want to be doing this post but feels compelled to for some reason. Or perhaps she just has no idea how to start.]

So this is Draubwurld's chance to play advice columnist. About-

[There's another painful silence. Or space for a long suffering sigh.]

Relationships.

[Another pause and then suddenly she bursts into speech, going to quickly that it's a little frightening that someone's mouth can move that fast.]

I'm mean I can't be the only one, can I? Had someone back home and then ended up here. Or back here, technically, for me. And now you've got to figure out what's to be done about it. Can't stand around the station hoping your mobile will finally, someday, send them a text message back. The one that you meant to reply to before you showed up here.

If we're trapped here for years and age slowly, it's not quite going to work to just pop back in when the war is over. "Hey, sorry, got kidnapped by fairies 65 years ago, sorry about that, yeah I'd love to go to the cinema like you said in your text". And all the while, they've wondering why you went missing all those years ago.

[And there it is, the sigh.]

Do you just... remain loyal even if it means they might have forgotten you when you return? Or moved on? Or do you call it a wash and start thinking of this place as a new life.

Either way, feels like a bit of losing game, no matter what you do. Suppose that's part of war. But war doesn't usually last centuries. For humans like me, anyway.

[Then she realizes something she probably should have said way back from the start.]

Sorry. For the too much information. And the personal questions. And personal answers if-and-or-when they are given.

Thanks.

waterbearer

[ This is Kaldur’s second video in the library, and this time he is accompanied by several even larger stacks of books at his side. With titles like Complex Warding, Armor and Weapon Buffs and Anchoring Points for Spells and Non-Physical Structures mixed in with a few like Compendium of Schools and Disciplines of Magic, Vol III and Pratical Applications of Theoretal Sorcery. He’s roped in a few fairies in the library to deliver more books to the table, which he is sharing with one other individual surrounded with similar stacks of books.

Kaldur already has several pages of notes organized by subject, when he stops, runs a hand through his hair and turns to the camera. ]

Greetings, for those of you who do not know, I am Kaldur’ahm of the Seelie Court. With me here is Mr. Dorian Gray, of the same. We are researching into magical methods of a more defensive variety. Wards, buffers to reduce attack damage or nullification methods of attacks.

Any magical means of protection.

[ Kaldur shifts the locket towards Dorian ]

[ Dorian glances up from a book—oh, it’s his cue?—and while he is trying to maintain a dignified seriousness appropriate to the task of guarding their residence, he may be a little excitable about the nerdy magical possibilities. ]

We have found a remarkable variety of kinds of ways that spells can work. Magic with written talismans and carved wards and decks of cards and the like, of course, but other bases for magic, too, in song and dance, in mathematics—it looks like everything can act as a starting point from which a spell might develop. Even those who don’t know magic could take their own skills and, with the theories we’ve found, develop some basic protective charms.

[ He glances over at Kaldur and shifts the locket over for him. ]

[ Kaldur straightens the locket, and looks square into the camera. ]

What we ask is this. If you are familiar with magic of any sort in your home world—or even this one—please inform us, especially if it is non-attack based or not directly aggressive. Even if it does not have any immediate or obvious defensive application, it may be useful in what we are trying to achieve. Whether or not we like the situation, we are in a war. The least we can do is try to make sure we are well-protected and defensible should the need arise.

[ Kaldur pushes the locket back, then, so that both himself and Dorian are easily in the videofeed ]

For those who have no familiarity with magic but wish to aid in defence of where we and those under our protection reside, you are welcome to contact myself or Mr Kaldur’ahm, and we shall assist you in finding ways to help. [ That little badly hidden moment of excitement flutters to the surface as he adds, ] And, if it so happens that you’re merely curious about what you’re capable of here, it would be our pleasure to share what we have found.

[ Kaldur nods. ]

We thank you for your time.

vanyel_ashkevron

[It's that time of year and Vanyel is prone to feeling a little under the weather now and then. His bad habit of training Alshoa in the open, chilly air has given him a bad cough and he's...feeling a little self-conscious. His peacock tendencies haven't completely diminished over time.]

For the time being, I think it best for everyone to give me a wide berth. I've caught something and - [Oh good. More coughing that rattles him to his bones.] I don't wish to waste healing supplies on myself. I'm not nearly that bad off.

[But. But. He sighs, the sound containing a faint wheeze.]

I don't like being bedridden either.

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.

fell_to_hell

[Nico's hair looks a heck of a lot more messy than normal. Possibly because he just woke up from a week-long coma, but he's ignoring that fact in favor of sharing something he thinks is important.

Still, there's other, small things that show he's changed a bit since the last time others have seen him. A tension that's always been in him since arriving in the Drabwurld has eased somewhat. Nico seems a little more relaxed, despite how serious he looks. Maybe a shade less melancholic.]

First, to those I worried this past...week or something, I'm fine.

[Okay, maybe not exactly fine, but he'll talk to them later about it.]

Before I woke up, I had a vision. Events of the past flashed by me, and the stars...it was like watching them fall back into the sky. When I looked up, they definitely spoke to me.

[Does he care how insane that sounds? Nope. He does frown, though, like it bothers him.]

Their voices were very soft, but I still remember what they said. They said, "It will rise. It will rise and the world shall run red. It will rise and devour all."

[Nico's dark eyes regard the locket for a moment.]

Has anybody else had a similar vision? Or one that might have given them a sense of when this would happen? Because I certainly didn't get a sense of when, but it definitely sounded like soon.

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