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un: yiling laozu | video | all aboard and leaving kyari
( Lo, here sits Wei Wuxian, very tired, but smiling as if he's not and managing (through the use of present soft, kind lighting) to not look anywhere near as tired as he is. He's sitting on a couch, leaning back, and dressed rather dapper, as far as his buttoned up vest indicates; his robes are in need of mending. Please bear with the weird (to him) puffy sleeves and tight sort waistcoat. )
Hello! I'm called Wei Wuxian, summoned like you, ah? Don't ask me how long. Years? Years... ( He sighs. It's pointedly theatrical in delivery, with a small shake of his head. ) As Karsa, delightful woman, has likely told you already, the way home for us lies in the gateways of this world being activated and powered long enough for us to get through. They do work. They just don't run for very long.
( He smiles, waving at the "view" finder, where his pendant sits as he records. )
These summonings across worlds have happened the last two years. The man who smooths our way east refers to himself as the Merchant; he's one of the few left living from the citadel of Ellethia. Mark the name, because they're the source of the cursed dead plaguing this world over the last decades.
We started in the citadel of Sa-Hareth, then traveled east to Taravast. From there we sailed through the remains of Ellethia. After, we arrived at Ke-Waihu village. We sailed on to Serthica, then cut across the deserts to Alem. If you're here now, that's where we just left.
( Now he holds up his hands, waggling his fingers. )
Time to talk about the undead warlords? I'll make an effort to remember their names. ( a pause. ) I'll remember most of them, and the rest of us will have to help, ah?
( He'll now count them off on his fingers. )
Unhalad, dead. The Beastmaster, dead. The Huntress, supposedly broken away from the Brotherhood. The Child, son of the Beastmaster that his wife, the Huntress, willingly sacrificed. Matthias kept the Child's survival and changed state secret from his parents. He persists. ( A wave of his hand, and he's back to counting: ) Ratkeikaku, Rathingku, Rat... the clawing one of war, left behind in Alem. Those are the named Brotherhood. Then there's Anurr, native to Sa-Hareth. Older than all the Brotherhood.
Matthias has been mentioned twice, and I'll say now he was the lead behind the project in Ellethia that led to the deathless that plague this world. He made himself known to young miss Kamala recently, though we've indirectly crossed his path before. I don't know what to properly call him, but he has control over the dead. He's a lord of the deathless.
( He claps his hands together, leaning forward a touch. Canting his head and smiling, but lacing his fingers together until his chin can rest atop them. )
I'll end with a listing of our other allies. Zenobius of impaired memory and survivor of Ellethia's disastrous research, Quicksilver Sam, former pirate captain who'd been influenced by... that was the tongue, wasn't it? Oh, there's body parts in our mysterious eastward journey, but don't worry about those quite yet. The witch Hatisse is I believe still beholden to Wrath, one of our number. She's very old, very wily. Take care. The last of our allies is an ancient scholar, but he does and doesn't always wish to be disturbed, so be kind to Asgeirr, ah? He's a gently spirited fellow.
( He's also a ghost, which is specifically what he isn't sharing. His jests are hilarious, he knows. He smiles broader, staring at the pendant through which anyone watching this will feel as if he's staring through to meet their gaze. )
I welcome questions. I welcome everyone else to offer answers. My memory, as some will say, isn't the most trustworthy thing.
( ooc: please use this as a information sharing post and threadjack away, wei wuxian will not be able to answer everything alone, nor does he want to! )
Hello! I'm called Wei Wuxian, summoned like you, ah? Don't ask me how long. Years? Years... ( He sighs. It's pointedly theatrical in delivery, with a small shake of his head. ) As Karsa, delightful woman, has likely told you already, the way home for us lies in the gateways of this world being activated and powered long enough for us to get through. They do work. They just don't run for very long.
( He smiles, waving at the "view" finder, where his pendant sits as he records. )
These summonings across worlds have happened the last two years. The man who smooths our way east refers to himself as the Merchant; he's one of the few left living from the citadel of Ellethia. Mark the name, because they're the source of the cursed dead plaguing this world over the last decades.
We started in the citadel of Sa-Hareth, then traveled east to Taravast. From there we sailed through the remains of Ellethia. After, we arrived at Ke-Waihu village. We sailed on to Serthica, then cut across the deserts to Alem. If you're here now, that's where we just left.
( Now he holds up his hands, waggling his fingers. )
Time to talk about the undead warlords? I'll make an effort to remember their names. ( a pause. ) I'll remember most of them, and the rest of us will have to help, ah?
( He'll now count them off on his fingers. )
Unhalad, dead. The Beastmaster, dead. The Huntress, supposedly broken away from the Brotherhood. The Child, son of the Beastmaster that his wife, the Huntress, willingly sacrificed. Matthias kept the Child's survival and changed state secret from his parents. He persists. ( A wave of his hand, and he's back to counting: ) Ratkeikaku, Rathingku, Rat... the clawing one of war, left behind in Alem. Those are the named Brotherhood. Then there's Anurr, native to Sa-Hareth. Older than all the Brotherhood.
Matthias has been mentioned twice, and I'll say now he was the lead behind the project in Ellethia that led to the deathless that plague this world. He made himself known to young miss Kamala recently, though we've indirectly crossed his path before. I don't know what to properly call him, but he has control over the dead. He's a lord of the deathless.
( He claps his hands together, leaning forward a touch. Canting his head and smiling, but lacing his fingers together until his chin can rest atop them. )
I'll end with a listing of our other allies. Zenobius of impaired memory and survivor of Ellethia's disastrous research, Quicksilver Sam, former pirate captain who'd been influenced by... that was the tongue, wasn't it? Oh, there's body parts in our mysterious eastward journey, but don't worry about those quite yet. The witch Hatisse is I believe still beholden to Wrath, one of our number. She's very old, very wily. Take care. The last of our allies is an ancient scholar, but he does and doesn't always wish to be disturbed, so be kind to Asgeirr, ah? He's a gently spirited fellow.
( He's also a ghost, which is specifically what he isn't sharing. His jests are hilarious, he knows. He smiles broader, staring at the pendant through which anyone watching this will feel as if he's staring through to meet their gaze. )
I welcome questions. I welcome everyone else to offer answers. My memory, as some will say, isn't the most trustworthy thing.
( ooc: please use this as a information sharing post and threadjack away, wei wuxian will not be able to answer everything alone, nor does he want to! )
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"It's in my nature."
Determine what you will from what Master Scorpion's goals are, and why he rescues us. What drives it. And why caution serves.
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[ Also she's obsessed with goats. And doesn't like him much either. ]
I determine that, given that it's been two years as you say, he picks us up after we've been summoned and ushers us into the fold under the promise of a way back home, but conveniently keeps us dependent on his aid, and barely offers information or guidance, and quite possibly is honing us into pawns or weapons of his own.
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( he leans back, letting his hands unclasp and fall into his lap. )
He doesn't try very hard to reign in the chaos we help cause, and you'll note a lack of false tears for where we've helped deliver punishment on those who would help or benefit from the dead warlords.
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un: Black Prince; text
Rigarda.
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text; thank you kindly
audio so very intently
text; equally intently
text; also goes private
text; private secrets
[ This is technically true! Hermione loves to explain to people. ]
text; private secrets
text; private secrets
I already explained Ellethia.
text; private secrets
text; private secrets
No reply. ]
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The people who made that decision are all home now.
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We do our best, either way.