eachdraidh

( Seelie )

[It is too soon that she stands in this place once again with her locket pointing at her. It is clear she is emotional, her state of dress frenzied. Lucrezia has been crying, that is for sure, but she wears a sterner look now.]

It is with a heavy heart that I announce the death of Governor Fortuna of Treun. [It has long been unsafe here, but with such a bold move again, she shakes her head.]

First his dear sisters, and now he seems to follow them. I have little details myself, but whoever has done this-- [Her jaw tightens, flexes for a moment.] I would reward anyone handsomely for anything they could tell me.

[But she is not just a grieving family member. She is a diplomat. So Lucrezia takes another deep breath.]

Regardless of who the city may elect, I will still honor all trade and all alliances that have been thusly made.

[She rubs at her nose, her hand shaking uncontrollably. There is a lightheadedness that threatens her, and she knows she must lie down.]

pontificus

( Seelie )

[She sits in the courtyard of the Fortuna mansion, her back to building itself. There are guards that can be seen from the corners of the video, though she doesn't pay them any mind. It is something she has long since been used to. Instead she addresses the locket gracefully, her chin pointed down.]

I understand that I am addressing my own court, and as such that mostly means shardbearers. I would consider you all allies, and in turn that means that I, too, would do as I can to help. But I must speak on matters that seem to darken my fair city of Treun.

[Her words are thoughtfully chosen, and despite the sternness to her voice, the meticulousness of how she speaks, Lucrezia as always has a softness to her.]

There are some, perhaps in the other court or shardless, that judge Governor Fortuna for his status here in the Drabwurld. That his supposed ties to the Seelie court do him more harm in a city where being one of the sharded is now a hated thing.

[Her jaw tightens, voice becoming lower.]

These threats do not scare me. I am a Borgia of Rome before I am a Fortuna of Treun, and I have learned to be hated for a name, a thing I cannot help. But I am Fortuna, and the Governor has always been kind to me. So I stand with him even in this time. I would hope the same goes for any Seelie, but especially for those in Treun.

Should any find themselves in need of aid, please contact me. I include those of you who have fled from Leathann.

[Lucrezia gives a solemn nod of her head before ending it there.]

dyingisnotdead

[Loras looks like the very last thing he wishes to be doing, right now, is to be talking into the locket.

But he has to do this. He can grieve alone. That is what he has always done. And with the last person who truly knew him gone... it is what he must do.]

Lady Sansa Stark is gone.

We have searched the Cothromach, and found her shard.

[He presses his lips together, and apparently finding some steel in his spine, sits up straighter.]

The fate of the Cothromach in her absence will no doubt be decided by others greater than myself. But as one of her right hands, I assure you that I will do my best to protect those who live and visit here until a decision has been made.

[He believes that is what Sansa would have wanted; but this is not what he has ever trained for. He is a fighter, a knight, not a leader. He isn't Renly, he isn't Margaery. But he'll try, for now, until someone else comes to take her place.]

For those of you who do not know, I am Ser Loras Tyrell, former Lord Commander of the Rainbow Guard and the keeper of one of the white towers.

If any of you need anything, or wish to discuss the loss of Lady Stark, I will be in the Cothromach until further notice.

rangerandking

{Though he was expelled from Court last year, Aragorn is following the desires of the Elves. His own misgivings are his to bear and he realizes, in this more unpredictable Drabwurld, that alliances can mean the difference between safety and having his throat slit in the dark.}

I Othrann-in-Heneb stands as a haven for Elves and those they count as friends. It is well-fortified and trade is conducted regularly. Should you require Elvish herbs, healing or even their special brew of wine, contact me and we shall come to a profitable deal for both parties.

{He refuses to back down despite having encountered resistance from those he leads (and serves). The Elves will find him a very stubborn Man who is not swayed or injured by ill opinion.}

I seek peace for the Elves and the community at large. We must be cautious as our Court returns to normal. Any differences can - and will - be settled diplomatically.

{Meaning he is not above finding punishments for those who act violently or irrationally.}

Thank you for reading.

Signed,
Aragorn II Elessar, Keeper of I Othrann-in-Heneb

pontificus

[She looks a bit rushed, but gentle nonetheless, pleased to address the shardbarers. Hands folded gently in front of her, Lucrezia speaks.]

As some may know, I've lived in Treun for a time, even being adopted into the Fortuna family. Many have spoken about the concerns of anti-shardbearer sentiments, and I, too, have had them on my mind for some time. A dear girl has come to me here in this city. With our two minds we have come to a conclusion, to give back to the community to show our goodwill.

[She seems all too eager for it, having talked to some about the subject.]

At the end of the month, we are to have a fair in this great city where any shardbarer can come to offer his wares or services. It will take place in the market.

I hope to see many there.

[With a bow of her head, she shuts the locket.]

burping

Not all of us who have been brought here are built for war. But that does not mean we lack battles to fight. We are needed on another front.

I have been tasked [ by Sir Lancelot] to garner goodwill between those of us who have shards and the shardless. Since our arrival, the moods of many have soured... [ Her lips press together in a grim expression.] To say the least. And we hope that we change that with good works or charity as some would call it.

I would have your suggestions or your help with mine, if you would give it.

skjalf

( Her progress in working out what her locket does is very much a WIP. Still, she has fiddled with it enough to activate whatever magic controls the moving images of people. This is in an invaluable tool in her eyes, because she has precisely the purpose to put such a resource to use. Keenly aware that appearances matter especially so upon making a first impression, she is dressed elegantly, and her hair is mostly left in loose waves, some cloth-of-gold ribbon threaded throughout. She keeps the look on her face pleasant, but cool.

There is no benefit for the time being in playing the fool, as she had at home. The warmth of her smile does not extend to her eyes, not yet. Instead they hold a light of curiosity, and a great amount of seriousness. Her awareness of the situation at hand is dim but for this: she is not dreaming. She has lost all, and stands to gain everything if she but works for it. Just as her father had won the throne of England: with smiles, charm and good business sense.

Her address, then, is an earnest one. )

Good day to you, one and all. I know not how many of you there are, or from whence you come. Yet if I may, I would humbly beg a favour, if you would be so gracious as to indulge me: your acquaintance.

Indeed, I would meet as many of you as might be possible. And, if you would be even more indulgent, information pertaining to the state of affairs in this land and abroad. I find myself possessed of a desire to know the full scope of things here ere I chart my course and navigate myself through whatever trials I may face here.

( Now, finally, the warmth enters her eyes. She has no choice; it would not do for all the land to bear witness to her grief. )

I am Elizabeth Plantagenet of England. It is my hope that I will be able to repay any kindness shown me sooner rather than later. I look forward to meeting and speaking with many of you!

Until then, farewell. Deus vobiscum.

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.]

chromosomes

[ John is in a stranger position than he's usually in when he makes broadcasts. Sprawled out on his stomach on the floor, locket in front of his face, he looks- not relaxed, but at the very least less active than he usually is. On his back rests the head and front paws of his female saber-fanged cave lion, her toes flexing every once in a while as if she's kneading his back.

There's a loud sigh. ]

God damn, but this place makes me feel old sometimes. I'm in my thirties and here we all get triple the lifespan -- I'm way too young for this. Don't know how you elves and other long-lived people do it.

[ Granted, with his enhancements, John may very well be long-lived even without the lifespan boost of the Drabwurld... but that's not the point. ]

Of course, this could be part of what happens when you join the military at seventeen and see several lifetimes of war stretch out in front of you. Not that I assume the life expectancy for most shardbearers is that high...

[ And he's being morbid. He grimaces- and then swears again. ]

Buttercup, watch your claws!

rangerandking

{Open to Both Courts}

{It's easier to dress like a Ranger in the midst of battle. Aragorn is unharmed - even some Elves cannot match his skill with a sword - but he looks tired. For the time being he is camping under a rocky outcropping, his sword across his lap as he cleans it of filth.}

Our time runs short. Will we let this world separate us and bend us to its will or will we look beyond our differences and stand together?

I have spoken of such a possibility before and my hope has not dwindled. Animosity will not serve us - nor will contempt.

{He breathes out and returns his sword to its sheathe.}

I ask for compassion and if you wonder how it will serve you, you need only imagine a future where you need not look over your shoulder warily as you travel this land.

{His words are strong and he is fighting to remain undaunted, but he can see a rift growing. The monarchy have chosen the members of their courts well - those with turbulent pasts - and he knows there will always be a strong reaction when it comes to ideas of compassion and peace.}

{/}

( {Closed to Arwen.} )

writeswrongs

[Richard Castle is coming to you live from the Seelie armory where he's been assisting in the process of organizing the weapons, shields and armor for the forthcoming battle. Since he honestly doesn't plan on riding out to fight with people he doesn't want to kill in a battle he doesn't want to participate in, he figures this is a way to still be helpful without actually risking life and limb. Castle, of course, has a different definition of "helpful" than most people do. In fact, the first thing one notices on the locket screen is Castle wearing an armored helmet. He lifts the face shield and smiles at his audience.]

Hey. So, I just wanted to draw your attention to the armory. If you haven't visited here lately, they have the latest medieval technology for all your fighting needs, including armor hand-shined by yours truly.

[He turns the locket around in order to show a panoramic view of rows of shiny breastplates and helmets, all stacked neatly and awaiting wearers, then turns the view back on himself.]

So come check it out. I might even fit you myself, if you're that lucky.

[With that, Castle flips down the front of his helmet and flashes a thumbs up to the locket. Then, as an afterthought, he quickly raises the hatch again.]

Oh, while I'm thinking about it... I've heard that it's possible to use guns here. If you have any knowledge about how to acquire one, even if it's, shall we say, an older model, I'd be very interested to hear what you know.

pontificus

( locked to Seelie )

[She addresses her court, though she hopes to seek out those in Treun. It seems war is truly underway, and while is far more neutral, she has been asked to do so, and with the hopes of furthering relations here in the city, she cannot refuse.]

It seems already things are progressing further for our court. To those about to face war itself, Godspeed. [While she has never been in a war, she has ridden in front of the frontline in order to try and make it home safely. She cannot imagine being a soldier, though the girl has come a long way since the King and Queen had brought her here.]

I address the network in search of my fellow Seelie shardbarers in the city of Treun. I do not foresee the battle coming to us, but we must all make an effort in war. What may come of us if we do not? [Though this war has labored on for far longer than even she knows.]

I have been requested to search out supplies. Perhaps this is not limited to just Treun though that is now where I reside. If anyone knows of anything that could be useful to the war efforts, please let me know. I would like to set something up, even if it is some sort of chain of custody. For our soldiers.

[She nods gravely, but smiles at the last second. This is the task she has been dealt with, and there's little else to say.]

greenies

[ thomas has not been a common presence on the network since his arrival to the drabwurld; gaining the ability to talk telepathically with the people who've been close to him have made it fairly easy for him to communicate without it. but this time, thomas addresses the network at large, although only with a (perhaps semi-familiar) voice.

he sounds uneasy. tired. ]

Do any of you have nightmares? How do you deal with them?

[ it's a stab at anonymity, mostly because he doesn't want to show his face, but the storms currently raging over head have not made his life any easier. thomas sleeps fitfully, twenty minutes at a time, wakes up screaming. no one's going to see his face as an effect of that. eventually, he tacks on a soft--]

Thanks. [ --and the line goes dead. ]

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!))

steeledskin

[ before the lockets sits a well-composed and well-turned-out lady: her face is set with discipline -- though below it she wants to crack and cry. but sansa stark has a duty -- some imperative -- to speak calmly of grave matters. nothing about this is comfortable; nothing about this is within her conventional grasp. she could compare it to her makeshift trials before the lords declarant or her audiences with the king, but this stage is far wider. out of frame, her fingers tremble. ]

Dear Shardbearers of either court --

[ if her voice shakes then it is by design. some honest fear is permitted into her tone, for what better to move the hearts of strangers than to express genuine dismay at this great knotted problem? she would not have thought to even sell it as injustice until living here and meeting many a person who appeared outraged over these alliances. these marriages. these common cages. ] One turn of the moon ago, High Queen Morla delivered onto me an ultimatum: to marry some Unseelie lord of her choosing, or else invite war upon the Cothromach. Whatever your loyalties, I beg you all to recognize the attempt for what it was --[ and do please fill that blank with your own outraged conclusions. ] I call for aid and support.

[ some words are permitted more of a quiver than others: morla; marry; aid; war. ] But I fear war has come already -- has long already been present -- and today I will refuse the proposal offered, because I fear it was only ever a blade's poisoned edge. I would prevail upon some soul from that queen's court to speak my refusal to her. [ powerful men have met her vulnerabilities with laughter, only to turn and shake their heads when she took small careful steps towards decision. what else is she to do? if she will not play the game by their rules, she must try to write her own. but even now, she hinges her action upon the passion of someone else's protest. someone else's judgement -- for better or worse. ]

The Lady Keeper of the Cothromach will not swear away her city to another court by marriage vows or by vows of any kind. [ except for other partial vows made in quiet rooms with would-be neutral parties. but those meetings are a secret and her announcement today comes instead to engage the hearts and sympathies of prospective champions who might grow incensed over a bully's tactics. lady sansa is not above playing upon their pity if said pity will protect her, her family, and her new city. anyone's pity will do: seelie or unseelie alike. ]

High Queen Morla's dogs are at the gate; let us be wolves when we meet them.

( ooc; i know some efforts have already been made re: the unseelie camps by lancer and others -- there's also a fresh log for the battle itself. )

pontificus

[It is again with a heavy heart that Lucrezia addresses the network, though this time she chooses to not be seen. No one knows of how close Lucrezia was with her brother here, and she would not betray his trust even if he is no longer here.]

I regret to inform, but I believe Valentino Masi, courier to don Lorenzo de Medici, has left. When I had awoken, he was one of the first I had tried to contact, but it has been weeks and nothing. He was a man of the Unseelie court, and while I am Seelie, if he leaves you with a debt or his word you may have mine in his place. If I may.

[She doesn't explain why or who she is to him, simply ending the transmission there. Again she is devoid of emotion and only clutches to the rosary made for Cardinal Cesare Borgia that he had given to her. Prays will do no good here though.]

pontificus

[Her time since arriving back in Caer Glaem has not been well. Wrought with emotions that feel empty and a bitterness that will not subside easily, Lucrezia seeks comfort in the words of others since she knows she is not the only one who has left family behind.]

It seems the world continues to move on here with no caring for our own effects back home. [There is a bitter taste in her mouth again. She questions internally what she can even do here, when so much from home consumes her.] I ask how a mother can forget her child back home? How can one forget the sins of another? And yet, things remain here. We are shardbearers, fighting in this war.

And yet, I feel changed. I feel loss that this place cannot heal.

[She looks away. The only thing that plays in her mind is the words of Lord Fortuna.]

Perhaps I will visit Treun again. Where last has Reynard been seen? I had to flee the city last time, and I would rather not replay that scene.

deadpoet

[The locket opens up to showing him in a bar. It's a well run place that seems fairly busy. Spike can be heard over the conversations in the background, but only just. Behind him is a pig-faced bartender who is probably less than pleased by a locket conversation in his bar, but hasn't gone to the trouble of turning it off. Spike hasn't been causing much trouble in Daonna since he arrived weeks ago to start living medieval style. He patrolled with the Slayer and though beasties weren't always common, there was no shortage of crime. It was work that didn't always pay well, but they'd collected one bounty that was keeping them fed and a roof over their head at the Sweet Sow.

And when he was peckish... well, the town was full of people that would never be missed, so long as they were never found. Spike was glad to be back on human blood again.]

This boon business is a big load of bollocks and I can't be the only one who thinks it. Collecting feathers for the king and queen? Here we are, shards rammed into our chests, and this is the best use they have for us? Bugger that and bugger them as well. Bootlicking might suit others, but it's never been the life for me, no matter what Crackerjack prizes they're offering.

So what I want to know is where we can get our goods without kissing their royal asses? There's got to be some witch or demon or the like handing out discount boons for a fee. Anything will do: it's got to be better than the cheap shite they threw at me last time. [A pouch of tobacco! For dealing with shadow beasties! Is it any wonder he didn't bother bending down to pick any feathers up?]

aliased

[ it's clear that, when the video starts, arya's locket is not around her neck. it's around something else... or rather, someone else. that someone is nymeria. and nymeria is hovering around arya as she sits on a crate, a canvas bag at her side and... chocolate all over her mouth, a smudge on her cheek, and on her fingers as she stuffs her face with another piece.]

No-- [ her mouth is full so her words sound like it.] Ru can't haff any. Mits not good for animarls. [ she stuffs another chocolate into her mouth from the canvas bag and chew for a few moments before she stops. she makes a face then groans, her arms wrapping around her torso. she makes another face, you know, the kind you make when you feel sick because that's how she feels. sick. she pushes the bag away, moving to lay down, her voice a bit whiny.]

Nymeria... chocolate might be poison for humans too.

chromosomes

[ Having left Redgate on horseback with a promise to return when he can, John hadn't really had a plan. The war has become a hard thing to swallow, having seen the devastation the dragon had more or less accidentally done to the village. He'd given the funds Kaldur had sent to Alyosha, presented in front of all as a donation to help with restorations, and he hopes it helps. More than that, he hopes that being away from there makes it a bit safer.

If nothing else, the birds seem to have followed him, chirping and squawking all the way along the road to Daonna's fairy ring. His horse hadn't been particularly pleased about it, and it isn't too pleased now, either, in the camp John's made for the night. He's in the wilderness, close to the edge of Loch Noa, and it's sunset -- John isn't particularly sure whether or not he wants to see if the stories about a ghost girl and her dog are true, but he had to stop somewhere.

There are long strands of fur left on his shirt and he plucks them off. They appear white, but are actually transparent -- polar bear fur. A hint of blue can, likewise, be seen behind him. He's been collecting feathers, and using them. ]

Anyone else looking for the feather thief? If you're in the area, my camp's open.

locked to the krew + legolas + clara + arya;
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