eachdraidh

Lords, ladies, knights, and other honoured guests of the castle... I am Lord Eddard Stark of Winterfell, who joined your company as of the feast day which passed only days prior.

[ He looks a little haggard, dark circles grown under his clear eyes; but much improved from the worry-pinched figure who had spent much of the feast hunting for his family. ]

We have been brought from many disparate worlds for the purpose of this war, the War of the Shards; expected to cast our lots in the fighting at the behest of generous but poorly-evidenced monarchs. And the castle staff itself, while similarly generous and no doubt goodhearted, can offer us only so much information or direction. I have requisitioned the library and some of the attached study-rooms to hold a great conference of us, beginning at midday tomorrow. At this conference, I mean to make an accurate and detailed accounting of:

Our names, talents, and intentions regarding residence at the castle and regarding the war. It's my aim that all of this be made public knowledge, so that those of like mind can easier meet and plan with each other. Some of the study-rooms in the library will be marked for this purpose; for those wanting to remain in the castle but abstain in the war, those willing to make war all together, and also a room for those wanting to depart the castle.

[ He exhales a breath, frowning a little. ]

I've commissioned a clerk who I will be posted with at the door, who will record the information of those willing to give it as they enter. By no means is anyone obligated to breathe a word about themselves, or to attend. Those who desire a copy of the final manuscript may request one at their leisure.

For myself, I distrust this place and its people; what manner of monarchs call upon untested children, even girls, to battle in a war they have no stake in? Pulls them sleeping from their beds?

[ His jaw clenches, but he'll tamp back on the tirade in the interest of efficiency. ]

Having been brought to the castle in the manner as I have, am for a short while reliant upon its goodwill. Given our shared circumstance, I believe that there are none we can afford to trust as much as each other. So, if you're willing, I beg you attend, if only to add your name and intentions to the lists, that others who intend likewise may reach out to you-- and you to them. There are few men or beasts that live long or successfully relying only upon themselves.

Good day to you.

teaspectre

[ Despite the inherent excitement that is likely what lead to her being actually, properly visible to people outside of the supernatural realm, there are just some things a ghost cannot shake off. Like the fact that while on recording, regardless of how corporeal they are in person, a ghost is still a ghost. She's visible, but only to an extent. Like a hazy, transparent projection, embossed against the image as if poorly photoshopped in. ]

So does this thing record or is it more like a .. live broadcast sort of thing? Kind of hope not, but if it is, hello! I guess.

[ If there was something she wanted to say ... well, she doesn't seem keen on saying it. Or perhaps there'd been nothing of great importance to begin with. She just sits there looking amicably pleased, watching the little transmission locket in pure interest. ]

... I'm Annie by the way. From England- since I've noticed this isn't England anymore. [ Look she'd only paid partial attention to what the fairies had said, to begin with. ] Anyway, bit of a strange question. Thoughts on, er, vampires? Werewolves? ... Ghosts? Just curious. Study purposes, personal interest. That sort of thing.

[ Another beaming little smile and the transmission ends. She really isn't good at this. ]

greywater

[It's a strange little trinket, and Meera doesn't exactly understand the magic behind it, but she understands its point: communication. It's vital she try and find the people she was with, but she looks haggard and weary.]

I've been told by the kind people that I am but a day's ride from the Seelie castle. I know little of this war or these lands. But I must ask something of those here, though I know none owe me answers. [She dips her head.]

I am unsure if I should continue on to the castle or try searching by foot for my companions. I swore to protect one, and I would not let my House down for it. [In this she is determined.] I am looking for three boys. One is only nine, crippled. The other is a larger boy, says little and may be carrying the other one. The last is my brother. When last I saw him, he was ill. He is younger than me, three and ten.

[The descriptions are vague, but she does not trust who would hear and know of whom she speaks. The North is a treacherous place.]

I am unsure where they could be or where to start looking. I would imagine they all would be in Court Seelie, but then I do not know what the Unseelie are like not what much of this place is like.

[A slight nod of her head.]

My thanks for any information in advance.

lightbranded

[A small boy in a battered sheepskin jacket stares solemnly at the video. He pokes at the locket, an expression of mild curiosity on his face, before starting to speak.]

Ah, hullo? Is this thing on? Quite a strange little device. Not quite like anything I remember seeing before, I think.

[Will blinks, and smiles a little foolishly.]

But then I’m getting off topic. I've only just arrived here, you see. And I thought it would be terribly rude if I didn't introduce myself. I am Will Stanton.

I don't suppose anyone would be willing to explain a bit more of what's happening? I've heard something about a war, but it all seems terribly confusing.

relieson

( the video shows a petite girl, standing in a bedroom in caer glaem and facing the locket, back straight; she's a bit off-centre, leaving a notable gap to her right that's either unoccupied or filled with a wolf pup, depending on your magical/supernatural abilities (as in: whether or not they exist; he can only be seen by those with power).

either way, yuzuriha doesn't hesitate, smiling broadly and giving a little salute: )

Hello everyone! I'm Yuzuriha Nekoi, fourteen years old, and right now I live in Tokyo, Japan! I've just arrived here, and I'm glad to meet everyone!

( don't falter! but she bites her lip. ) Um, I just had one question! I heard we're supposed to be 'helping in a battle,' but I don't know exactly how we're supposed to start? ( she also doesn't realise these questions can be filtered. or really that there's another group she's meant to be filtering from. yuzuriha frowns slightly, clasping her hands before her. after all, if she abandoned everyone for this place, she has to do her duty, right? ) Um… or… really, what to do in general… ( she trades a look with the wolf pup/empty space beside her, and then remembers that she's supposed to be making a good impression, not worrying. hurriedly: )

But it really is very nice to be here! I'm ready to do my best, so I hope we all get along!

inafadingcrown

[The woman who appears on the screen is sitting on the floor of a forest in what is obviously a makeshift camp. The chirping of birds and the faint sounds of horses can be heard in the background. Her first message is short and simple, open to everyone (though, admittedly, there are a few who she is particularly hoping to hear from).]

I am curious; how many of you hail from Arda? When did you see it last?

For those who do not, tell me something of your world, if you will. I have time enough for a tale or two.

[Locked to Seelie]

Gi suilon. I am known to some of you already; for those to whom I am not, I will offer a short introduction. [She gives a little nod of her head- not a bow, but still with a slightly formal air.] I am Galadriel, formerly of Lothlórien.

I regret very much that I am not able to offer my greetings in person to those of you who have newly arrived, but, alas, circumstances necessitate my presence elsewhere.

Regardless of my absence, I would offer you- and those who have been longer in this world- use of the lembas and miruvor I received as a boon. Lembas, for those who are unaware, are Elven waybread. My supply of these is dwindling and even a little will provide nourishment for days, so I ask that you take only at need and sparingly. Miruvor is healing cordial, though it may also be used simply to renew strength. Of this I have more, but, again, do not use it needlessly. Both the lembas and the miruvor I keep in my quarters; my maid is likely to be about and able to show you to it. If not, you may contact me and I will find a way to make arrangements.

Upon my return, I will no doubt meet many of you for myself and I will be glad to offer what assistance I may, for I know well that this place may be frightening and strange, however welcoming our hosts may mean to be. Until then, keep well.

( [Locked to Maglor] )

teenyoda

[He might have thought to lock it if he hadn't been so excited with his news.]

Oh my god! Okay, okay. So maybe this place isn't so bad. I got magic. That's apparently my gifty boon thing for getting my ass handed to me by the invading hoard.

[He pauses, blinking and grinning down at the locket.]

I'm actually living a video game now. I feel like I just leveled up. Now all I need's a familiar. But look. Look!

[He waves around a staff, then points the locket at the books that had arrived with the staff, symbols emblazoned on them and looking exactly like what they were; spell books.]

Dude, I'm a freaking magician. Wizard? Sorcerer? I don't really know yet, but I can do stuff. See?

[He'd already poured through part of a book and had memorized one incantation. He repeated it, the tip of his staff glowing before the comforter on his bed caught fire.]

Oh... uh, no. No, shit. No, wait I didn't, hey! Hey! Stop. Finito! FLAME OFF! FLAME! OFF!

[He drops the locket and the staff and goes to pull the comforter off to toss in the fireplace. Have fun watching that debacle.]

showmeyourwreath

(SEELIE LOCKED)

[Flora is primly seated with her back straight and resting against a tree.]

Hello everyone and good day to you. For those that don't know it, my name is Flora. It's very nice to meet you and I really hope you're well, especially after what's happened. [She dips her head in greeting, and there is a gentle attentiveness to her eyes as she broadcasts; her words and concern are not surface pleasantries.]

I'll get right to it: I know that some of us were stranded following the mission, so if you need a lift, I'd be more than happy to help bring you back. I do understand wanting to take the scenic route, though; getting the lay of the land is rather important, too. There's a lot out there that's very interesting. [Her eyes light up and her smile widens for a long moment.] Like, there are so many wonderful plants here, I can hardly believe it. I--I am about to get carried away, pardon me.

[There's a delicate noise as she raises a fist and clears her throat. She smiles anew and sincerely, but not quite so wide this time and there's something almost anxious about it, like she wants to say something else, but the moment passes because she wills it to. This isn't the time to share, yet, but maybe she can meet somewhere in the middle.]

(OPEN TO ALL)

I am curious, though, if you feel comfortable answering. How many of you come from worlds with magic? How many of you don't?

Anyway, I thank you for your time. Please, take care.

aliased

[ arya looks absolutely pleased when the locket turns on, happier than she's looked since arriving here. tilting her chin up, she gives a half grin before--] Watch this. [ she looks off screen for a moment (and in the background, you might see a cloak of the colors and sigil of house stark, hanging on the poster of the bed, but let's not talk about that.]

Nymeria. Shoes. [ she points to her shoes off screen, snaps her fingers, and points to the bed. but nothing happens, which only makes arya's smile fade into a patient annoyance.] Nymeria. Bring my shoes here. [ again, there's a pause as she waits for something to happen. and again, nothing really happens except for arya frowning more.]

Nymeria! No! [ then there's a flash of fur, whoever is watching will catch sight of a direwolf, not full grown (for now), the size of a regular wolf, before it snatches the locket from its hanging spot and then the world is spinning as she carries it to arya. dropping it on the ground in favor of jumping up to lick arya's face instead.

arya laughs, pushing the wolf down to reach for the locket to turn off, feeling a little embarrassed that showing off her wolf didn't work out as well as it should have.]

I guess you were never really good at fetching, Nymeria. [ CLICK. ]

mulletrock

[Guess who has two thumbs and is getting a handle on "fairy," technology. This guy. There's some rifling, and a brief shot of his face before he manages to get the damn thing figured out. Once he has the thing zero in on what he assumes is a reasonable view of him head on based on the image he's seeing he clears his throat.]

Yeah. This is weird.

[Coming from the guy that never had a myspace and doesn't use computers for anything but paranormal research, except for the occasional porno. Something he hasn't even mastered yet. He'd still rely on skin mags and pay-per-view if he had the option.]

Okay. Probably pointless, but new recruit here and I'm as pro-rights as the next guy but when I got the memo that I'd be waging war on behalf of fairies this isn't exactly what I anticipated.

[Dean scrubs a hand over his face, pausing to collect his thoughts. Sure, it's a bad joke, but anything to break the ice and take a little tension out of the situation.]

I've exhausted all my options on getting in touch with the people back home, and any resources on a way out are all coming up goose egg.

Anyone got any bright ideas? 'Cause so far this all seems like a really bad acid trip and getting enlisted by friggin' Tinkerbell's not my idea of a good time.

If you've got some insight that goes beyond the typical gist, feel free to speak up.

liugan

[ out in the Unseelie courtyard, surrounded by inky black thorn bushes (how appropriate,) Loki sits on the ground, rustling through the plants as delicately as possible. he seems amused enough, a small bundle of the plants already gathered in a cloth in his lap. ]

Atropa belladonna. Once known to be an effective anesthetic and even as a beauty aid, but now more commonly used as a deadly poison, able to render even the most mighty of warriors powerless. A useless, hallucinating, drooling pile on the ground.

Oft considered one of the primary tools of the witch. [ he laughs a little to himself. ] How fitting.

Tell me about yourselves, my new friends. Your worlds, your myths, your folklore. Your legends and your mysteries. I will share my own, in return.

Where I come from, there are nine known, documented realms. Nine worlds. The realms of the gods, the giants, the dying, and the dead among them. I have seen most all of them myself, and I must say, they hardly compare to the remarkable land I find myself in now. Very quaint.

I am sure there are others among you who agree, no? I can't be the only one who feels so very at home here.

infame

So, we've been here long enough to get settled in and be faced with mortal peril. I have to say, being almost eaten and half-terrified really does knock you out at night.

Let's talk transport - who's found something better than horses? I'm talking magic portals. I'll take a bicycle if one's going.

- PH

raihts_liugan

[A small child blips to video, his voice is calm, and confident enough. He looks a little confused, but composed. Two things might be noticed from the get-go, the polished look of his attire, and the eye patch that is just covered enough to be shaded. Other than that, he looks like an ordinary (out of place, perhaps) child. ]

Am I really to believe these fairy tales that I'm told? What sort of place... [his voice trails, to a pondering question of self before coming to an obvious conclusion.] If not a dream... then - Sebastian! I know you're there, because here I am.

[Standing, he's hardly much to look at in terms of size, but he holds himself well as if that of a young man.]

If anyone behind this thinks I'm going to just fall into your little games, you're completely foolish. I'll see that you are dealt with in just time.. for now though, I won't let you make a fool of me. To serve just because.

[Ciel's attention directs to... something unseen. He doesn't care much about what else could be there.] I demand you, to talk immediately.

amplified

I've heard that this magic device is the best way to address both the Seelie and Unseelie courts and their members. In the midst of all of this chaos surrounding these disgusting worm beings, I find myself wondering why it is that no one has tried to take a general census of the population. We're clearly, most of us, new arrivals. For whatever reason that may be, it stands to reason that we should at least talk to each other. Especially since it's likely that we all have at least one or two other people we know from our own homes. So, first things first. How many of you have come across someone you knew before you arrived here? Are they friends, or are they enemies? How are you handling things? ( Lydia has determined that she needs to take a survey, more or less, and find out as much as she can. See if she can discern any patterns in the population. See if she can find a rhyme or reason to what's going on... To why this place, why these people, why this timing. )

Secondly. If there's anyone else here from Beacon Hills... Speak up. Clearly there's something going on here that involves at least a few of us. I'm wondering how many more of us there are.

lorule

[ For days, Hilda had listened on the conversations of various guests through this locket. Finally, she took her own communication locket and requested the audio mode to be turned on, before speaking. Her voice was gentle and serene, although she was speaking with an air of authority and confidence, one that may give away her royal origins to those accustomed to the way kings and queens speak. ]

Greetings. First of all, please allow me to introduce myself. I am Hilda, Princess and Sovereign of Lorule Kingdom.

I see many have already taken measures to explore this new world and defend our new homes. And on behalf of all those who cannot fight, I would like to address my thanks to the valiant heroes combating the creatures that threaten us. However, I believe a topic of importance has been eluded: our homeworlds.

Not a day goes by without my thought travelling to my Kingdom, and I believe we are numerous longing to see our worlds again. Our hosts call us honored guests and treat us with great respect. They would have us think our predicament is an enviable one. And indeed, few are those who would complain at the comforts we enjoy in this world. Yet it appears to me the reality of the situation is very different. As beautiful and pleasant as a cage may be, it is still naught but a cage.

[ She paused. ]

Furthermore, while today we are to fight mere monsters, tomorrow it is against each others we will have to fight. For it is our only hope to go back where we belong, or so we are led to believe. I know not where the truth lies. But I do know blindly believing what we are told would be a most grievous mistake.

I believe our duty lies first and foremost in protecting our worlds and going back to those who need us, independently from the duties we have been told are ours. Prioritizing anything above this task – including this war – would be the same as betraying our worlds and our dearest ones.

Hence, I would very much like to speak to all those who share in the desire to go back to their world, to all those who have no desire to partake in a war that is not theirs. It is my belief we should start taking action now to ensure we will find our way home, regardless of the outcome of the war. By working together, surely we shall find a way that doesn't involve bending to our hosts' will.

ready_to_bloom

[Here's a young king, peering at his locket. He thinks he understands how it's supposed to work - the fairies were helpful enough, it's true. Still, the concept of communicating via… jewelry is rather foreign to him. But it's magic, and one thing Caspian knows is that magic doesn't have an easy explanation. He also knows that magic items are to be treated with caution, so he holds the locket carefully while peering into it.]

Oh! I think... I think this is working now? Hello? I talk into this, and I see and hear people talking back, right?

[Hopefully.]

I should introduce myself. I am Caspian X, King of Narnia. I need to know: are there any other Narnians here? If you are here, please contact me.

[Caspian's not sure what he hopes to hear in answer to that question: he doesn't want to think of any of his people here, brought here like himself to fight in a battle that is not his own. But (and he knows it's selfish), he'd like to think he has allies here.]

bythewaves

[ The locket comes alive with a voice - deep and wild as the sea, it sings a lament in a language that seems made for music. The songs starts partway, and it is obvious perhaps that the singer is not aware that he is being recorded. There is the flash of one of the Unseelie imps, before it vanishes offscreen to reveal the singer - a man, or something like one, dark haired and grey eyed, with his face turned up to the stars.

To any who listen, the words of the song will paint themselves in the mind - white ships and blood on the sand, a tall and proud people with bright banners beneath a new-born sun, fire and blood and tears unimaginable, and three brilliant jewels that rival the stars ]

unclebob

[At first glance, the face on the screen looks handsome, though perhaps a little intense. Staring off into the distance, the Terminator holds the locket in a fragile grip, like he’s afraid he might break it. Then he turns his face into the camera’s view and the once-handsome features turn into a nightmarish looking visage. The right side has mostly been ripped away, revealing the metal skull and glowing red eye beneath the bloody organic covering. He looks like he's been put through the ringer and no mistake. A fairy hovers in and out of the video, occasionally perching on his shoulder. He keeps shrugging it off. With only one working hand, he can't swat the little pest away.]

Is this device working properly?

[He doesn't wait for an answer. If it is working correctly, he'll know soon enough by the response he gets. The Terminator stares off again, turning the locket so that whoever’s watching gets a good shot of what he’s staring at: the flowery barrier between the Station and the rest of the Drabwurld.]

I cannot cross.

[His voice is flat, but underneath, there’s a current of wonderment. He’s never found anything able to keep a Terminator in check before. To have it happen now is a curiosity that he wants to explore further. He takes a few steps more, until he’s right at the edge of the line, but he doesn't cross over. He's had enough of the sensation of glitching and his systems shutting down for one day, thank you very much. He stands there, far too still to be natural, like he's waiting for the barrier to just disappear and let him cross. Hey, in this place, anything could happen.]

bullhorned

[The forge had echoed loudly from the sound of hammer on steel. Such had been the case for a week now, ever since Gendry had discovered the forge and learned he had the freedom to use it and its materials. He had fallen in love immediately. At the Crossroads, he had suffered a shambling forge that he'd had to largely put back together himself. The forge in Harrenhal had been better, but he was one of many who worked it. Tohbo Mott's own forge came close, but it lacked the size of this one. It was expertly crafted and spoke of a skill he could only imagine. His old master had talked of the forgs in Qohor and Volantis and how great they were. He could only imagine them being like this one.

And so Gendry had set to work. His half finished sword was completed. The blade was made sharp and glimmering. He did not bother himself with anything but the most basic of hilt and crossguard. Why should he? The sword had been forged from the only steel he could acquire. Now he had superior metal to work with and he imagined how he might forge himself a sword of the finest steel as could be found. And then, armor. A new helmet. Greaves, gauntlets, breastplate, pauldrons, and gorget. And why not? They were generous in their provisions and Gendry though to himself that when he had finished, he would look more a knight than even Ser Loras Tyrell. And then he would be more than just King Robert's bastard son born in Fleabottom. He would be a self made knight, secure and confident in his own armor.

A week in the forge. Drenched in sweat and smoke, with nothing but a damning heat as company. It suited him fine. He was hard at work creating a new helmet, after all. Indeed, he was so utterly devoted to his craft that he had not even returned to his bedchambers. He found the hard ground of more comfort than the feather soft bed provided to him and the distant heat of a cooling forge like a friendly reminder of home. And though he could not claim to have friends among his fellow arrivals, there were at least people of note that concerned him. Even if some, like Arya Stark, thought him as little more than a stranger.

And so he tried the locket.]

[Audio]

I found a forge. A good one. Better than any I've ever seen, at least. These fairy folk might be a queer sort, but they make for fine things. So I've been doing the same.

[He paused and wondered at his own message. Did he want to offer to craft armor and swords for others? No. And certainly not for charity. He only wanted to arm himself and make himself a knight. Once he had, he'd only need the forge to maintain what he already had or replace what might be damaged. So he keeps himself from offering something foolish.]

If there's other smiths about, you might find the place of use. [And then he lingers after that, unsure if more should be said. And so stupidly he can be heard lingering. Breathing.

And then it cuts out.]

[Afterwards, Gendry resumes his work at the forge, where he has discarded his shirt and set himself to the first steps of his new helmet.]

(ooc: prose and brackets are both welcome.)

pontificus

[When first brought here, she would swear it all a dream. All that they said and all that they have her on the feast could only be a parting gift from the gods, Bacchus' treats, Ceres' grief of losing a daughter, Diana's farewell for losing a maiden soon enough. But she wakes in her bed, rises and dresses. There is no man that lies with her, there is no parting.

So here she stays alone, save for those she's had the good fortune of meeting. One certain knight she least hopes to see again, though the dream has broken and with it holds the reality, her reality.]

It seems we are in no dream, for I have pinched myself enough to believe it real. I am Lucrezia Borgia of Rome, a place I have found little have heard of. Nor even of my name who I once held with Pope Alexander VI before he was called to be the Shepherd of all men's souls. [She still cannot call herself Sforza. That taste is too bitter in her mouth.]

I address this-- locket [Yes, it is even strange to her, and she must back up a little to see better now.] as a means of addressing this war. I know little on the matter of strategy and battle. My brothers have been taught the skill of the sword, and yet here I am in their place.

A friend-- [For she would consider all those kind to her the night of the feast a friend.] --relayed the thought that perhaps those like I are here for morale, but truly this many ladies?

I shan't sit around. [Lucrezia may not be the Harold of charities she will become, but idleness here does her little.] I wish to make myself of use, though for what I am unsure.

I do truly hope to meet you all, and already call myself fortunate in those I have met. Good day.

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