eachdraidh

[To anyone familiar with Damon's office in Raven's Wing (or who's gotten a call from him while he's been in it), they'll recognize the surroundings as the locket clears and the video is visible. He's even wearing a smile, though it's a little worn around the edges.]

Still here, much to the dismay of some of you, I'm sure. But it seems that whatever the cause, not only was I brought back to this whole new world, but so were my holdings. The spire, the town, the Oasis... yes, kiddies, you heard that right. Your favorite vacation spot is still up and running. For those of you with hunks of that stupid rock in their chest still, access is as easy as stepping through a fairy ring. For those without... I'm just finishing up the new port, as it seems that our location has shifted dramatically.

[The image bounces as Damon gets up, moving out of the office and over to the balcony. He shifts the locket so that those looking through it can see.]

Yes, that's right, that's the ocean you see. Because I'm now on an island in the middle of goddamn nowhere. Well, not exactly nowhere, but for anyone that's ever been north, living on an island that's a desert climate when there's an iceberg in spitting distance is... a little odd. But, for anyone who needs it, The Oasis is here for your rest and relaxation needs. We're still set up for those with a more hemoglobin diet, including underground residences, and as the only staff I've dragged with me was Fernando, I could use more workers. Pass the word around. I have.

[There may have been notices slapped up in outlying towns on the larger mainlands, Damon able to travel quickly via both fairy ring and his flock form. But the call had ulterior motives.]

Anyone else that is maybe wondering what happened or where I am... well, now you know.

( Locked to Daenerys )

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.

babbylon

[The feed opens to a bustling scene, and one on the move. Men and women in drab clothes are hard at work hauling packages, hammering away at planks, and hoisting up scaffolding. Gilgamesh had rushed to the aid of his beloved Leathann not moments after the great Gem spat him out, and there he strides now, observing the populace and doling out orders as he sees fit. He seems completely at ease and the citizens do not question him; there's no one left to anymore.

After a few minutes of this guided tour, Gilgamesh addresses his audience with a broad grin.]

Greetings, citizens of every stripe, including those I could not hail before! I hope that this new world, born of our wishes and dreams, suits you. It will take time, I suspect, for all of us to find a place within it... but as you can see, my place remains in Leathann, as its just and proper king.

[His not so subtle way of announcing I'm in charge now. But he doesn't dwell on it, immediately leaps into another, more pressing matter.]

As my first official decree, I'm throwing a party! A festival of sorts, doubling as a celebration of Leathann's artistic community. You're all invited.

[Gilgamesh produces a rose from his robes and winks at the feed. He scoops up a rambunctious child running past and laughs; he is with his people, he is happy.]

Join me a week from this date, at sunset. Dress to impress, as only our best will be on display! Your contributions are welcomed and appreciated.

[Gilgamesh gives a little nod of acknowledgement, means to sign off... then pipes up with something else at the last second.]

Oh! And if you haven't visited Leathann already, simply utilize one of the fairy rings. Until then, I'll be looking forward to your visit, everyone.

zerotohiro

[Loki and Hiro have taken a small room in Diasbaile, mostly barren save for the wooden cabinets that seem to blend into the background. Loki would have done this himself, but there was insistence on Hiro's part of aiding in the delivery of the very, very bad news. The focus is on the two of them, and Loki speaks first.]

Hello.

This is a message of the emergency broadcast system. As you can see, our sirens are down for the moment, but I assure you that the news is none less dire.

[Loki's voice drops to something uncharacteristically serious.]

Ah, yes. So—listen up, Unseelie.

[Hiro's sitting almost a little too close to Loki, face more ashen than anyone in their court has ever seen. It's a reality they have to face and while he'd been hoping Loki would find some more information in his research, they're running out of time.]

Some of you had a vision at the beginning of August. A dream about fire and machines with shards for eyes. I didn't have the vision myself, Loki did…but we can both confirm these are real. These things are being created now and they are coming. Monsters that run on shards and blood. But there are some things you guys don't know yet.

[When Hiro stops, Loki barely glances down before he picks up without missing a beat, as if he's giving him a moment to collect himself. Loki looks perturbed at the recollection of the golems, but not nearly as pale as Hiro.]

Our dear friends the dwarves have crafted mechanical monsters, forged from melted metal and living shards. These mecha-beasts are brought to live with blood magic and runes. Not your basic run-of-the-mill runes, not even my fancy-smancy "stay out of my room" runes, but hundreds of them in intricate designs—sorcery that's very possibly lost to antiquity—all working together to bring them to life.

And if that isn't nightmare material, these large, metal machinations have keen senses when it comes to shardbearers, even those that find means of hiding themselves, if you get my drift.

There are hundreds, even thousands of them, with no exaggeration.

[The longer they stay on camera, the more Hiro finds himself shrinking into his sweater. Loki delivering the brunt of the bad news helps, but dredging up the memories is more than mildly horrifying. There's one key factor though that they've neglected to mention.]

We don't know when they're coming, but judging by the amount of time between the last vision and its turnaround to coming true, it's soon. Really, really soon. We don't know when they're coming and we don't know the full extent of what they can do or why they're being unleashed.

[A pause.] Ideas. We need ideas on how we can combat these things and how to keep everybody safe. Start using your brains and focus on what's really important here.

[The important thing, he thinks, is that this war? It's much, much bigger now than just Seelie vs. Unseelie. It's now about just staying alive.]

I would suggest highly against approaching them… [Loki glances at Hiro.] …As I’m certain we’ll offend them somehow.

[Considering the fact that there are other things…he can agree with that.] …right. Defense ideas then. Lay 'em out. [A beat. And then:] Privately, if you would. Doesn't matter if they're coming for all of us…this is still a war.

[And he sure does know that there are certain devices generated by a certain witch that can see this broadcast. He had agreed that the Seelie should know what's coming. Doesn't mean they should be privy to everything else, too.]

Not exactly how I pictured life in a giant robot series, hm?

[Though that’s meant more for Hiro. They have some questions to answer, and Hiro needs a little bit of a perk up.]

[Hiro at least gives a small grin in response, but says nothing else. Definitely Q&A time.]

[ooc: As a note! Most threads will be answered by Hiro, but he may call on Loki for assistance. Additionally, Hiro is aware Hermione's compasses can see posts on both networks so those with compasses are capable of seeing this post. They just won't be able to see the threads in this post. Have fun guys o/]

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.]

survivra

Well, now that that silver nonsense seems to be sorted out, I think we need to start talking about things we can actually fight back when they attack us.

[ About as direct a greeting into the topic of this message as you can get. Katsa sits somewhere outdoors, cross-legged in the grass with her locket angled to show the sky clear behind her: fitting for the mismatched colors of her eyes, unusually bright green and blue. ]

I know our High Majestic King and Queen [ the titles spoken with a hint of irony ] don't seem to care always how old someone is or how much experience you've with weapons or fighting when they decide to claim you. Whatever you think of this war, whether you'd rather run right into the Void right now or wait for it to come to you, everyone here should have the skills to unlock their own strength. It's better that you've the ability to jam a knife into a man's eyeball and never have to do it than find yourself at the end of an attacker's blade with no way to get out of it. You shouldn't have to rely on anyone else.

So I'll teach you if you've no experience of your own. I usually teach young girls—children—but I'll not turn my back if you need it. That includes how to use your shard—the thing that Seelie will try to take right out of your chest.

[ She moves to close the locket—then halts, fumbles, and picks something off the ground to hold flat in her palm to show anyone watching. ]

And what in the name of the Middluns am I supposed to do with this?

[ WHO HAS TURTLE CARE TIPS???? ]

( dated after boon delivery on the 25th! )

scorchedchivalry

[It had been since the return of the Monarchs since any had seen the face of the one on the lockets, heard the voice of the General, but here she was in full armor, silver crown upon her head, and a regal blue and white cloak upon her shoulders. The backdrop of one of her banners - blue with a white dragon upon it - would be seen behind her. For those more familiar with her, there was a bit more color in her hair than before she had fallen asleep, but it was still too pale to those that knew Saber before the corruption had seeped into her. And for those that knew Saber well, they may notice that she actually looked rested for once.]

Allow me to offer my apologies to you all for my absence. I see that it has come at great cost to the Unseelie. I will not dwell upon what may have been had I not fallen to the unnatural slumber I had been in, but shall look to the future. Much has changed since May, and though it gladdens my heart that our great Monarchs stand tall and that our Seelie enemies have lost one of their pillars, there is much that must still be done. The Void grows ever closer, our enemies bolder, and the gods stir.

I will be visiting all Spires and major settlements over the next week. There is much that I need to see and many to speak with. Captains, Lieutenants, I expect status reports immediately. Barons, I will be seeing you all soon. Anyone else that wishes to speak with me will find that I will make time for them.

For those of you recently arrived, welcome to Allaidh Darach. I am Saber - the General of the Unseelie forces. If you need purpose, you need a place in this war you have been unfairly brought into, I will find you one. Time is no longer a luxury we can afford.

[ooc: Open log is here. New and Old CR welcome!]

[OOC EDIT: ICly on 6/25, a messenger finally catches up to Saber to inform her that Balor(NPC) was appointed general while Saber was asleep and she now reports to him. Anything in this post occurs before then. Private messages will be sent to the new characters apologizing for the misunderstanding.]

withbite

( Locked to the Barons/Baronesses and Damon's CR )

[The rest of the Unseelies will be greeted by a smiling dark-hared man.]

Greetings. I'm sure that in light of the everything that's happened lately, some of you could use a little R&R. For those that don't know the term, that means rest and relaxation. It just so happens I'm capable of providing that. Thanks to the assistance of a few of your compatriots, The Oasis will be opening for business for all your relaxation needs. Well, for most of them. This is an adults only enterprise, so try to use your imaginations as to what that means.

Just because it's a desert doesn't meant you can't enjoy yourself. There's hot and cool springs, waterfalls, quite little nooks and... not so quiet little nooks. Thanks to the help of a lovely vixen with a very green thumb, there's even plant life to make it a little more tropical. Everything is half-price for the opening weekend; the 26th to the 28th.

Since this is a vampire-friendly zone, there will be a no-vampire staking rule in effect once you cross into my territory. Other than that, I don't really care what you do. As long as you're not causing a fuss that I'll have to get involved in, have fun.

[There was a rumbled caw from over his shoulder and as he shifted to look behind him at the raven perched on the top of his chair, the locket moved enough to make her visible.]

Oh, right. I'd advise against going outside of the marked boundaries into the desert. This is sand worm territory, after all. Mine aren't patrolling yet, but that doesn't mean a wild one won't come up and make a snack out of you.

Anyone with chits from me for services rendered can consider them viable for The Oasis.

Now, back to your regularly scheduled drudgery.

[He smiles, waves, then closes the feed. If anyone has questions, they can contact him at their leisure.]

{OOC: Last component of his quest was advertising the finished oasis. So, welcome to Orgy Central, Drabwurld}

raavashing

[Late in the evening of the 14th day of May, Wan's voice comes over the networks very briefly. It is haggard, quiet, almost dead sounding. It sat at the edge of being numb to everything.]

I'm sorry.

boutant

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

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.]

tacticalturtleneck

Alright, let's get a couple facts straight.

1st -> Fuck the Seelie. Yeah, which one of you asses are going to argue with me about that? It'll be a quick trip to the dungeons for you, King Louis XVI. That's spelled L-o-u-i-s but pronounced in a dumb frog way. Don't get me started.

2nd -> Get your ass over to Archer Point Military Academy. Seriously, learn how to be a good soldier. Girls love soldiers which means you can get some serious bed action as long as you follow what I say.

3rd -> Don't disrespect Darth Wark. He's my chocobro and I will let him remove you from existence if you do. Bros before does, right? [Yes, there is a loud WARK off the screen.] Are girl chocobos called does by the way? I don't even know. Quick, someone find me a bird expert!

4th -> All hot women drink for free here. Considering there is an extreme lack of unhot women using these things, I'm pretty sure that means all of you. Using my bed while I'm in it is also free, hint hint. Psst, that means I'd bang you.

What else am I missing? Fill me in.

desperate_times

Wakey-wakey eggs and bakey~.

[Have one smiling treasure hunter to greet you all. It's been quite a year! She's seen a lot of this world, but now it's back to business, it seems.]

Communications are back online! At least for us. I'll bet the seelie have theirs online now, too. How are we supposed to banter back and forth though? It's not as fun if we're not glaring at each other and shouting death threats.

Oh well, we can still glare in spirit, right?

[Let's see, what else is new?]

Have all the sleeping people woken up? You should know that while you were sleeping, we stripped you naked and made an Unseelie 2702 calendar. And if you weren't asleep, don't tell them that's a lie, you'll ruin the surprise.

rangerandking

{There is magic embedded in all Palantíri and Aragorn, in other circumstances, would not be comfortable with it. However Maglor has left him a gift and he intends to use it. It is clear the Elf put much thought into this system of communication.}

Lord Maglor... {His voice will echo over the Shards and they will burn with a bright, pure light.} ...has left us a means of communication outside of the Lockets. We should not let it gather dust.

What plans have you for the upcoming months?

{OOC: I believe only those who possess the Shards Maglor gave out will be able to receive this message. Palantíri are funny that way.

Those are able to see this message are: Javik, Alice, Aubri, Muscovy, Nerdanel, Waver, Kaldur and Rin.}

huntedby

[Vanessa looks tired; but of course everyone does. There are a few healing cuts along her forehead, but otherwise she looks unharmed.]

I am sure that all of you have seen the offers from the Spires for safehaven. We are here to serve you, and protect you as much as possible. I have watched the fires from Caer Scima...we will rebuild. But until then, you all have a home with us. If you need refuge, I will not turn you away. You will be safe.

And we will avenge those of us who have fallen. They will not get away with this.

[Locked to the Spires, VIA Rin's communication device]

I know things are in chaos, at the moment. But we need to try and coordinate. Pooling our resources so we do not duplicate efforts. With the fall of Caer Scima, we are the main defenses and homes for our people, now.

['Our people'. How strange it feels on her lips. But it seems she has fallen into feeling that they are kin to her quickly. After an entire life of feeling singular and apart from the world, she has found a home here. A dangerous thing. But welcoming as well.]

I have a favor to do for Saber, soon. So I will not be at my Spire. But I will still be accessible via locket.

bythewaves

[ Grief, as deep as the sea, as endless as the sky. Pain, like sheeting ice, in the voice that speaks... and for those with ears to hear, a tiny, quiet envy and relief. ]

For those who knew them, the list of those freed from this world now includes the Lady Galadriel and her husband, the Lord Celeborn, their daughter, the Lady Celebrian, the Lady Idril, and Maedhros my brother. Also, the Lady Sif, who counted us as family in lieu of those left in her own world.

Their things are with me, but they left no letters behind.

pontificus

[The locket seems to be left on while on top of a desk. Papers encompass most of the shot, but there's a particular one with the seal of an eagle with wheat and arrows in its talons for those who don't know it's the crest of the Fortuna family in Treun. Lucrezia comes into the shot, sweeping in all dressed up, and hands another letter to two guards.]

Please tell your master I am grateful for his offer. [She fixes the ring on her finger, the one with the same crest as the ring. She smiles, proud of herself before she lets the men go and moves to grab the locket. It doesn't seem to phase her that it's on, but she still has that same satisfied grin.]

I suppose I should announce it then. My true name here is now Lucrezia Borgia of the Fortuna family. [Because Borgia still means something to her, as strange as having a family and being adopted is. Having no one but herself for nearly a year, she's climbed up from nothing to having a name here. She hasn't and will not forget Borgia, but being a Fortuna means something here.]

I wonder how many of my family members are shardbarers. [It's offhanded and said with a slight hum, more proud at herself than anything. She switches off the feed then.]

tacticalturtleneck

Wait, Unseelie fans. I've got something for you.

It's called....Lacrosse.

Wait, what was that? We've got more important things to worry about?

How about you

SHUT UP

Don't even waste my time with that. This is a direct order from the Queen herself. Who is also extremely hot. The hottest Queen since Queen Elizabeth's younger years who I actually don't know what she looks like but she was the first Queen to come to mind.

Seriously, sign up. I'll supply all the equipment, money, and training so you won't have any excuses. You just have to play and have some fun. If I get a few teams going, hell we can have a tournament and a betting pool to go around.

Huh, you have something else to say? What's Lacrosse good for?

Uh, the glutes for one thing. Who doesn't like a shapely ass? Play Lacrosse and you'll get laid constantly, guaranteed. It's also good for teamwork which means when you tag in a second person, there will be double the pleasure.

Did I mention gambling, because I totally did. You'll totally make out like a Native American (I'm like 1/16th Cherokee so that's not racist).

Oh, yeah, it's an all-age sport. So don't try anything with the kids, sickos.

So who wants to sign up and who wants to recommend team names?

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.

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