eachdraidh

( she wakes up in the morning and her bedside is icy, uninhabited. she expected to open her eyes and see percy at the window, plagued by nightmares and being thoughtful enough to not wake her -- but when annabeth sits up and looks around, she's met only with the soft sounds of her dog yawning as it warms her feet.

she fears, automatically. but she still waits to make a post on the lockets. she waits, she spams percy's phone, she hushes her dog's cries at missing its dad. it's when she get up out of bed, and sees his shard resting on their bedside table, a note written telling of a goodbye that makes her heart weight down deep into her stomach, that she's confident enough that percy isn't returning to the room. she opens up her locket. )

If you knew him, Percy Jackson has left Drabwurld.
- Annabeth.

( short, sweet, simple. text, because it's easier than getting choked up in communication. )

thole

[As Remus appears on the locket, he looks a little frumpy and disheveled, but that's rather par for the course, really. He smiles warmly as he opens his mouth to make his address. An address that, it would seem, is coming from the middle of the Caer Glaem library, in the middle of what seems like a good day's worth of research. Research, as the case may be, on the Dwarves of Cothromach and their culture itself. Also, on native defensive magic. Specifically on the subject of defending a structure, spells, charms, rituals to be had during or after the construction of a building. Hell, he's even looking into native hearth magic at this point. Remus is leaving no rock unturned, as far as he can help it.]

Hallo! I apologize for being another to make yet another address like this, but it must be done, and perhaps this one might catch your attention, at the very least?

I recognize that most of you who are planning to take part in this battle are busy training for such an endeavor, and if you are, then I will leave you to it. [There's no way Remus himself is lifting a finger to fight against anyone. Not when there are people he knows - people he loves even - who would be considered the enemy in this fight.] For those of you who are looking for something else to be doing with your time, however, I might have an offer for you.

I need some helping hands. Not for supplies, but for a much grander project. [Perhaps you've seen the beginnings of the White Citadel already? Thanks for that reveal, Hiccup.] Talent in construction is more than welcome, but we'd really just love some able bodies on the job. Away from the fighting, but doing something I'm sure we will all agree is equally as worthwhile with our time. [There's no questioning the fact that he is or at least once was a professor as he continues to clasp his hands together in front of him and asks:] So do I have any volunteers?

Oh! [Another thought comes to him.] Another question, for anyone who's had business in Cothromach. I'd be interested if you could speak to me about the dwarves? I've heard that they're quite handy with such things.

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! ]

indomitably

[ The feed comes into focus on the background, before it's picked up by the user of the locket. A stern woman -- not one seen in a long time appears in the foreground. She nods, brushes a strand of hair from her face. ]

Greetings. I can't say that the timing of my arrival here has been... kind. But seeing as I have been here for a few weeks and it looks that I will not be going anywhere again -- I have no wish to sit idly. I was a leader before, Captain of the Guard of the city I served in. Even if I am not so by name here, for this effort I thought I had best help as I can.

[ Even if she does not entirely agree with the idea of the war -- and getting involved. ]

My name is Aveline Hendyr, and I was here before. Much has seemed to have changed in the time that I was away, however.

Another thing. I offered to teach any interested parties residing in the Seelie castle defense before, to train with a sword -- or to anyone who is already knowledgeable and wishes to have someone to practice with -- that offer still stands as well, now.

[ With another nod, she switches the feed off. ]

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.]

wolvering

[Pod starts the video, and is obviously in a library, with her white hair piled carelessly into a sloppily braided-bun to keep out of her eyes, and a book with a howling wolf's head etched into the cover in her arms. It's a big tome, and she looks awkward holding it.

Her wolverine is present, though only by the sound of his snores as he naps in a chair nearby.]

Well met, all. I am still getting used to these, so I'm not sure how best to start...

An introduction will do! I'm Pod of Gray Holt, recently come to this world and court by way of one of the Healwort Guild's chapter-houses in Kelneth. I don't suppose to be fortunate enough to reach the ears of anyone who's heard of any of those, and that is beside the point of this.

[She straightens, losing some of the awkwardness.]

I need to learn more about werewolves. I know there are some, native to this place, and others come here from other... worlds. That still is so strange to say. Anyway, I've found some things written in the books, but I've never heard of werewolves before coming here, so don't know how to tell fact from over-embellished tales.

I was hoping someone, or someones!, here could guide me in the right direction. I especially need to know the proper conduct when trying to talk to a leader about important matters. I don't believe I've the exact right wording of it, though.

((ooc: This is relating to Pod's quest, the log for which should be going up no later than the seventh, and will be linked here when it is. Just wanted to get this part done up so I wasn't juggling a log and an open locket post all in one night. If there are any characters who would like to ICly accompany and/or assist/interfere with Pod's little diplomatic mission and want to be personally notified about the log I can do that!))

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.

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.

endurecer

[ the locket manages to only catch sky and what looks like white wings when it's first on. reyna hadn't meant it that way but reyna isn't quite used to riding guido and can't be faulted for thinking she'd have landed already. when her face is finally revealed, anyone looking is likely to see a girl with her hair in windswept braid standing next to a horse with those white wings that had been seen before. ]

I apologize for that rude introduction of wings and sky. [ there's an undercurrent of amusement in her tone. whether that's there because she had meant to do it or because she's just running off a high of being in the air with the pegasus is up for debate. ] I found this pegasus in the stables and he happens to be from home. It's not the specific one I asked for but— I still enjoy seeing him. [ she pauses, making sure to pet his mane for a moment outside of the locket's view before continuing. ]

I have a few questions for all of the shardbearers if you can spare a moment to listen. [ the slightly unimpressed frown she gives the locket might imply that she'd prefer they'd listen but people can be people. ] Have any of you found yourself receiving pets from home or pets in general as a gift? And if you have, do you know why? Or if there was some thing you did to earn them?

[ she smiles just slightly before continuing. ] Any answers would be appreciated. And I'll try to stay on the ground while we to avoid any wing incidents again.

cerebral

[It's been two days since Charles had regained feeling in his legs again. The note pinned on his door had been vague and at first he'd thought it was another trick, or something temporary. Since then he'd been slipping by invisibly using his telepathy when possible in order to avoid attention while he made sense of the change. Acceptance was still an ongoing process.

But he'd also started to think about contingency plans, which is why he's making his first appearance on the network.]

I'm not exactly equipped for life in this land. Where I'm from, we haven't used horses to get around in seventy-odd years and nobody learns archery or how to swordfight anymore except for sport. It's a bit of a disadvantage, given the circumstances.

So. I need teachers. [The irony of being the pupil for once is not lost on him.] And if you've met me, and you're wondering how - well. That issue seems to have been taken care of.

[He drums his fingers a few times on the table from nervous energy and gives a quick smile. But moving on - ]

In another matter altogether, I would be grateful if anyone would be willing to share with me what magic is like in their world since it's woven into everyday life here and seems to vary so much. It's a new concept for me but I'm interested in learning more if you have the time and the patience.

truesight

--obody eat the meatpies!

[ guess who's just barely turned her locket on before shouting her Very Important Message at it? this girl. the only light in the room is a dim candle at the other side of the room and the glow of the video feed, but her eyes are still glowing a bit, a bright green, and she's obviously not in a trance but she totally just had a prophetic dream.

even if it is super.. vague.. ]

For the next - [ quick, math! ] - four days and three nights - [ thinkythink ] - not including this one, don't eat the meatpies. None of them. Not even a bite.

It'll kill you. Maybe.

[ her voice is still rough with sleep and she's got a dark red smudge on her cheek from where the heel of her hand was pressed to it when she fell asleep a few hours before, but. well. she seems totally serious. so, so serious about dem meatpies. ]

I don't know why and I don't know what causes it and I don't know who exactly could end up dead, but. Just to be safe, I'm going to say that nobody should eat them.

-- At least, I think it was a meatpie. It could have been any kind of pie, but they were little, you know? Those little personal pies they always have at the feast, and you can get them in the- you can ask for them anytime. [ wuhh she's tired. crashing fast, even as she's gesturing "LITTLE PIE, THIS BIG!!" with her hands at the camera.. ] I saw a people eating them, and then dropping dead. Quick flashes of it. No details. S'just- the pies.

Okay.

Going to go back to sleep now. But don't eat the pies.

[ sleepy nodnodnodnodnod, and then she's shutting off her locket. and she might not even remember this later, not in full detail, but. well. there's that. ]

[ ooc: this isn't actually anything ..important, I just wanted to futz with Rachel's canon abilities a bit here in a silly way. which I have a permissions post for here if anybody wants to actually have their character choke on a pie, hahaha. or whatever! always up for plotting vague vision things just to mess with characters' heads. could be important things, or silly things like this. but yeah. nothin' to read into here though, which is the main point of my ooc note c: ]

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. ]

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.

withbite

[Have a picture of this looking in the locket, Drabwurld.]

( Picture )

Things they don't tell you; participating in their little fun-time hunty quests could get you turned into a goddamn bat. These are things you might want to clarify beforehand.

[Oh look, the bat's talking. Hi, talking bat. If a bat could look grumpy and pissed off, this one was making a valiant attempt to achieve that goal. The voice might be somewhat familiar to anyone who'd talked to a certain vampire before.]

If this is permanent, I swear to god I will shit in everything edible until it's fixed. This isn't exactly the way to get your 'subjects' to play nice. I would have happily ripped the damn thing's head off, but someone forgot to tell me to be careful that it would use some kind of deer magic to turn me into... this. Someone fix this.

[He was trying so hard to scowl. Really. But bats just don't have eyebrows.]

notyetlegend

[When the screen flicks on, it focuses on Merida kneeling over a deer. A deer as white and pure as the snow, were it not for the blood under its neck tainting its silvery fur. Gingerly, she tugs the arrow from the muscle, reaching to close its eyes with her other hand, bow itself resting against a nearby tree. Merida murmurs something in Gaelic, retracting her hand from its face.]

Forgive me, Wilder One. It's been an honor.

[She had hardly been expecting to actually shoot the White Hart down, but hunting with Saber had gotten results and proper respects must be given in any case. Placing the arrow back into the quiver at her hip after washing off the blood in clean snow, she stands, fur trimmed dress folding out around her ankles, boots deep in the snow. Angus whickers and nuzzles her hair, causing her to turn and reach to run her fingers across his nose comfortingly. Her imp scurries about, muttering to itself as it steps around the corpse gingerly, as though it fears waking it.

Merida pushes hair from her eyes, reaching into a small pouch wrapped around her quiver belt for a hairband and tying it into a high ponytail. Stooping again, she reached for the White Hart's forequarters, taking hold of his hoofs and hefting him over her shoulder with a grunt, standing and, with a bit of maneuvering, gets him onto Angus' back. That done, she dusts her hands off, picking up her bow and her locket hanging from it, noticing it on.]

Well I suppose now would be time tae announce that I've shot th' White Hart, wouldn't it?

Now how am I gonna cart all this meat back?

asafp

Fuck me.

[That's it that's the post.

If you're not a member of the Seelie court, that is. After another moment -- or a few -- the audio and the lock switch on.]

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