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[She still feels a bit hazy and drugged when finally Dany sends out this message. Fleeing the party, getting caught up in the chaos, it only adds to her disorientation. She may or may not have attempted to post this before, but stopped herself, forgetting what she wanted to say or even how to speak. Once she's come down just enough, she's able to get out:]

The Chained God is inclined to destroy the world. My vision, I- I heard the Chainer asking the serpent about why he means to do this. He said that change is needed and something must die for something else to be born. The view of stopping this or seeing it as abandonment is selfish. The earth suffers without change.

Ephes needs to realize that their god wishes to move forward at the cost of their safety.

recklessenough

[OOC: For the sake of clarity, these events happened 1 hour before Karsa transported the group away from the House of Manouk!]

( Anybody got a match? )

somebadnews

[ Five is walking out of the lighthouse as he addresses the network, since it's generally quieter where ghosts aren't constantly interrupting his thoughts. The beauty of this form of communication is it's not entirely unlike talking to himself, which is really his preference. ]

Okay, listen up. Since we're all sharing, let's see if we can't come up with an actual plan, before we experience the next shift and you all inconveniently forget who you are again.

[ To say nothing of a haunting that has already sent him into a panic attack or how he nearly drowned just to see for himself what he'd already heard second-hand. Nothing but success for Five Hargreeves. ]

Two orders of business. One, Miang-Si is obviously a catalyst, if not the cause of what's happening here. I searched her room one of the nights she was out galavanting with her lake friends. There was correspondence that suggested she was enamored with someone, who I now assume was the Huntress. I also found evidence that the woman in white, and another in red, visited her there. The witches she's involved with also may have dragged in women doing laundry nearby into their lake at some point, judging by what was found with the skeletons at the bottom.

Secondly, these hauntings aren't just some curse. If they are spirits, we need to figure out a way to trap them. There's a woman in white, a man in black, a lumberjack, and another woman in red. Who else has been seen and how often? If we can capture one of them, maybe we can get some answers before whatever triggered this starts again.

[ He has no doubt it'll happen at the worst possible moment.

Just as he's about to continue with his all-important conspiracy theories, he's approached by a young girl with a silver coin in hand. Distantly she can be heard saying she's worried about her family, and asks him to take a donation for Kathoo'lul's blessing. Dumbfounded, he takes it and promptly loses his train of thought as she scurries away. ]

...Amazing how easy it is to start a cult around here.

valeas

Not long after Yancai went back in time, I became convinced the two moons that steward the village were not real. I couldn't tell you where this feeling came from, beyond a connection I have to the celestial.

I know I was not alone in my conviction.

It led Lan Wangji and myself to Storm's Sage — specifically, to a room that was filled with runes. It looked to me like it was once an observatory, except now it has a gaping hole in its ceiling that allows moonlight to shine down into a large bowl of water directly underneath it.

The magic exuding from the bowl did not register malicious to me, but it did seem constant, as though it could not and must not be interrupted. It also came with some fragments of memories, though they were disjointed and incoherent.

( To the best of her abilities, Emilia describes every fragment she was privy to. )

I realise how absurd this may sound, but it truly did feel as though the moon was in the room. In the water.

northerndragon

[Jon Snow has looked better, but he's also looked worse. His dark hair is not pulled back smoothly, as it typically is; curls escape to hang around his face. He has small wounds, nothing too recent, a scabby scrape on his cheek. His expression is complicated: troubled, angry, disgusted, but all in a quiet way.]

I've just returned from a meeting with Rathakku.

He makes an offer. He will withdraw his forces from Alem and allow evacuation, if --

[(his lips press together; this is clearly the part that he mislikes so greatly)]

Ten of us agree to join his ranks. Ten, and Deimar, as the dead who walk, who fight for Rathakku.

[A hard shake of his head.]

If this is enough for him -- if he has the fortress, I think the lives of those who leave are like to be forfeit either way. But I think they may leave ten of us tied in the yard to have that chance.

Half, then twelve, then ten. The numbers keep getting smaller.

I say none.

[He has decided, perhaps, that he does not wish to negotiate with undead lords after all.]

[PRIVATE TO VANESSA IVES]

My lady, I have what you wanted.

[OOC: Mod post for volunteers! Hit it up if it's a "yes" from your character.]

eternallywandering

Think of this as a distraction because I've wondered this for awhile.

If you could become any animal, which would suit you and why?

My answer is probably a fox or maybe a hawk. I'm too clever for my own good, quick on my feet even like this and I'm good at hunting.

song_of_fire

[She's a bit more tanned than most who know Dany have seen her before. Her peach fuzz has now officially become a pixie cut with her silver hair standing out. Drogon is with her, sadly not grown very much, but at least curled around her shoulders contently. You might notice his claws digging into her skin, a hint of possessiveness about him. There's a reason for that.

In front of her is a makeshift incubator for two dragon eggs, keeping them warm despite looking really fossilized. Not sure how well it translate on video, but necromancers and life sensitive people should be able to pick up that they're not truly stone and there's magic in those eggs.]

Jon Snow and I have recently returned from our journey to the Sibilant Sands. Much as we thought, there are a number of dragon bones present as well as Minaras airships. It seems the further you journey in, the more you encounter sandstorms and find more remains.

There were scales as well. We each have a few if you wish to inspect it.

These were the true treasures. [She beams happily at the eggs, as proud as any mother.] I believe they are capable of hatching and I sensed a similar magic in them as I did with Drogon's egg. Time and magic might help them eventually hatch.

[OOC: Replies will come from either Jon Snow or Dany. If you want someone specifically, just write their name in the subject line.]

song_of_fire

A bit of time has passed since we traveled to the Relint. There is something that happened while we were exploring that Emilia and feel should be shared. While we were exploring, she and I both encountered dark water. I'm certain that you must have seen it. We were both foolish enough to touch it and after we did, there were strange visions we witnessed.

It is not the first time that something like this has happened to any of us, as I am certain you know. We have come to the conclusion that we witnessed the crashing of the Relint. Emilia has said she is willing to go over the full timeline of events. What we felt was the strangest and most important part involved those mannequin bodies that were at the pilot seat. There were no other bodies present, if you recall? No sign of a crew.

It seems that the crew was the mannequins. Something had been controlling them, moving them about as puppets on a string, operating them. In the vision I saw, I could hear a voice over...what I think was the mannequins shoulder. It was directing it how to fly, obstacles to expect until the ship crashed.

What do you make of this?

reparo

[She switches on the video function of her device knowingly this time, as she climbs the stairs to a relatively quiet deck. It's daylight, and the moment she steps foot outside, she flinches; not that she believes in divination, but those fucking fortune fish were right.]

Ugh. Sun. [She squints and shields her eyes with one hand.]

Hello - I hear there are people who've newly joined our journey due east. I'd say welcome, but the circumstances of us meeting for the first time will never be better. Take it from experience. [The way she scrunches her nose here has little to do with the sun glinting in her eyes and more with the experience of circumstances.]

Anyway. My name's Hermione Granger, I come from a world where the planet I inhabit is called Earth, and the country I come from is called England. [A pause.] I am also a witch. It's not a thing we broadcast in my world, what with the rules about secrecy and not wanting non-magical users to know witches exist, but I figure when in Rome...

[ANYWAY 2.0] Tell me about yourselves. [She goes to turn the video off in wait, but it still catches the last mutter:] Bloody hell, I need a hat.

[ooc; NOTE ON TIMING: backdate this to before the plot rolls start, please.]

aprescoup

( Fortune favours the bold, or those who have never crossed paths with the witch Karsa. She has been biding her time aboard the Queen Zanyra, manning the new recruits — and appears in good health, but for how half of her face sometimes catches the light strangely, nearly silvered. A flicker of oddity, and it's gone.

She addresses the group in whispers now, from an ill-lit quarter — days before the ships enter the Crossing. )

Hasten. Wash the silt and stale water from your ears. You fools. What are you doing? Sleeping, when they tell you to sleep? Rubbing their decks? A little polish? Is that what you are for? On your knees, and saying 'please'? And 'thank you'?

( Tch. But she seems too rushed to scold:) ...in any case, you are alive. That is surprising. But good. Now, let us keep it so. They have not told you much. They never tell you much. You are for the Crossing — old stories say it is... where things that should not be find their brothers. Things that lived and died. Things that died before they ever breathed. Things that should not be born. It is a turbulence. On merchant routes, they avoid this sea by a distance of several days of sailing.

( A creak, as if steps. She stops, searches each way, before trusting enough to continue: ) Why do they take this path? Luck does not love them? Women do not love them? No one would cry for them? I do not cry for them. I spit on them. But we can't spit from the grave. They believe, these captains, and the stupid animals and bundles of bones that man their ships, they believe they can survive.

I do not know why. But we must learn, if we are to be protected. Ask carefully: they do not like questions. Quicksilver, he is mad. Not in the way of men's madness, which is natural to them. They are fools of the blood. This is the different. He is mad of the mind. And the other one, the Rope... he seems mad of the heart.

But we must know what they know, else they might be fools, but we are even more foolish. Go. Be swift and careful.

( ooc: threadjack away, and feel free to share any information your character's unearthed about the voyage here, or in your own posts o/ )

song_of_fire

There is a great deal to discuss. Wrathion has provided much of the news that I have learned, but there are two further pieces of information that I feel is relevant. The last sacrifice to Sanwon was the child of Hyang-Won and Anui. She seems to have been from Waicai and while she moved past her beliefs, it never fully disappeared.

When the volcano started to heat again and it was time for someone to go, she gave her child. He was the last sacrifice. She waited until Hyang-Won was at hunt. When he returned and found his son gone, he was frantic and angry. He disappeared into the woods where a man that Hyang-Tai calls 'the Traveler' followed to calm him. It's not known what was spoken of, but apparently when Hyang-Won returned, he was changed, as were his beasts. They became as they are now. Not creatures of the woods.

Anui was gone and the villages were quiet. I think it may be possible that whatever curses this place is related to that and perhaps to the traveler. He is the reason for the House of Ravens, those that go in but never come out.

It might be possible to find a way to undo this curse, as we have had to undo the curses of ancestors here, but I am not certain how.

I do ask that someone accompany me to the House of Ravens, but only those that may wish to know more. I made a promise that I must fulfill and it may offer more answers.

blackscales

There's good news and bad news.

The positive side of this is I have a better understanding of what is happening.

The negative is the information doesn't appear to solve any immediate problems, but it does present some theories.

Firstly, it doesn't seem like the Huntress actually has any grand plans to take the fight to the Beastmaster. She was born locally and claims she just wants to visit the House of Ravens when it opens. According to her, it isn't possible to actually defeat him. I would argue she underestimates us, but I didn't want to tip my hand too heavily.

When the Beastmaster fully loses his powers she expects everyone else to as well. I did ask her if that was only magic or if it would be a drain of strength too, but she was unclear on that. Plenty of you have swords, after all.

I'm the least of the Beastmaster's fans, but it seems as if he has been against the concept of sacrifice. What I'm missing here is the full detail of what happens instead.

Let's begin at the beginning:

From what I understand, The Beastmaster was born Hyang-Won in Waihu. He came from a hunting family and had no particular fondness for the local beliefs and sacrifices. The Huntress was born in Waicai, and was fully sold on the sacrificial rites. Her birth name was Kye-geum but she married him as they were both strong hunting families and took the name Anui. One mystery solved there at least.

Regardless, they had a son and their clash of beliefs became a problem. She claims he was a good child who went to the House of Ravens willingly when it opened, but I wonder if the reason she's persued is the Beastmaster cannot forgive her the loss of their son.

The Huntress claims she doesn't hunt us, she flees him. She specifically said "if I go, it is because I am promised reprieve." That's certainly been the case here with us, and makes me wonder if someone suggested Taravast to her in the first place -- which would put a new spin on things.

Now, the House of Ravens only opens for a few days a year. Several are taken, but she suggests she doesn't know if her son was among them despite his going -- which makes me wonder if she thinks he might still be alive. She may be going to see it open to find out. Do several enter but they don't all die? A question.

So, we know the Beastmaster still takes people but supposedly is against the old ways of sacrifice. We've seen some dull-eyed villagers, which suggests something unpleasant is still done. We know along with these changes there was a White Wanderer who disliked the concept of worship only happening at the House of Ravens. We know he is associated with the dark water, which is safe when cold but has unpleasant side-effects when not.

I suspect the Beastmaster and the White Wanderer worked together on this. The dark water in the volcano is formed into some sort of mirror too, which made me think of reports of a pale man at the Ellethia tower. Experiments would be in line with what we know of the people there, especially ones that go awry -- perhaps this White Wanderer was a survivor from there, or someone who left before the catastrophic end.

Onto the volcano itself: it's been reported that the whole tribute process was not a direct sacrifice where they died due to the heat of the volcano, but a matter of absorbing a build up of magic to stave off eruption. My question here is, although many of these villagers were overwhelmed and died -- where did the Beastmaster and the Huntress gain their gifts? Did they go through a similar process yet survive, or develop them naturally?

If it's possible to survive the process, it's possible to stave off eruption safely. If we could find this White Wanderer, plenty of missing pieces might fit into place. Of course, there does appear to be a time limit.

inferus

( Emilia di Carlo's hair has seen better days.

It looks suspiciously nest-like, and one of her sleeves singed and torn. The further she and Wrath walk back into the village, the more she feels it: the mark of hollowed things. The withered trees and the dying river beds. ... To say they have missed out on recent developments is an understatement.

But they do not come without news of their own. )

We were able to go very deep into the volcano and discovered something in the process.

( For this rare moment, Wrath appears to be somewhat disheveled as well. His hair is out of place. There's light scratch marks upon his cheek. His suit is singed. His sleeve on the right sight has been entirely burned away, revealing a muscular arm. In his pocket, he carries with him a piece of what they found though he has little interest in mentioning that out loud just yet. He wants to understand what it is first, and so he glances at Emilia with a grim nod and then supplies further: )

At the center of the volcano, an apparent naturally made mirror is being used as a cork to hold back a mounting level of lava, a potent flow of magic, and an unimaginable number of spirits. The pressure appears to be mounting.

( ooc: vi and i had a hiatus in april, and this help explains the absence of emilia and wrath during that time. EDITED the following day when i realized i missed a detail about the volcano. it was naturally made from a large pool of dark water. )

song_of_fire

I have an odd question for you, but I am growing a bit desperate. Have you seen any charred carcasses around? Maybe some that are half eaten or simply the bones turned black? I have looked through the forest but I haven't seen any such signs. There may be more skilled trackers in the group who have seen larger collections of them around, I am deeply in need of information, no matter how small it might seem.

[Rescuing Drogon hadn't quelled the dragon's temper. It was one matter for him to fly off for a time. He'd done it in the other places they had been, but he always returned to Dany. This last month had been spent frantically searching, realizing that this was the longest he'd been away.

But there was no sign or sound.

Now, in a moment of desperation, she would cling to any small clue she could find. A charred bone, a hunk of meat left smoldering. So long as she knew that her dragon was still free somewhere and not stolen again.]

northerndragon

[Jon looks rough, and he sounds it, too. Under his beard, his face is mottled, and he rubs at the affected area occasionally as he talks. His voice is a low rasp.]

I am seeking my sister. You might know her as Alayne Stone. Girl with long dark hair, but might be that you can see the red in it.

She has been missing for several days. I fear that she is lost in the forest, or that someone has taken her, or —

I don’t know what to think. She is simply gone.

One other thing. It’s not so important as finding Sa— as finding Alayne.

Will you tell me what you’ve done for your curses? I’m having a bloody hard time even thinking of how to set things right with mine. [He rubs at his beard yet again.] Harder still when my mind is on my sister.

aprescoup

( Friends, family, travellers: you might remember this friendly speaker, eyes bright and wild while blood's drenched the better half of his grinning face. )

Hello? This is Haaaaaaltham. How do you do? Me... I'm — ( The pendant briefly slips from his hands, showing glimpses of Haltham and a rolling, feral dead creature he subdues with a final snap of its neck. Patiently, after recovering the pendant: ) Fine. You, um... you're fine, yeah? Also? You're good people. Good people.

So I told m'friend, I told her... said, me, these are good people, and they will help you. ( Another pause, as a rabid goat jumps over Haltham's head to crush a dead man. Behind him, rows of burning homes distinctly different from the snowed-under peaks of Haltham's native Sa-Hareth. ) Goat says hi. Good goat.

Now... now, my friend, yeah? She's... last we met, she wasn't that, she was... riding hard. In the fancy magic city. And them others coming after, her old friends. One of them. Only... now she's not feeling friendly with the Brothers no more. Now, she's wanting to be friends with us. All of us. Cause she's... in a bit o'trouble with that one. The mean one. The one that brays like animals... and... that's no nice way to treat a lady. Me, I always thought... you got a lady friend, you treat'er well.

She's got to stay in Krrrr-Croak-Weeeey-who? Couple o'days. Call it... three? Four weeks? But she doesn't want no finding, when the animal comes. And she's a little... slimmer in her strengths. Til the old man mountain breathes fire again. So, you know. If you can be nice to her, our huntress. She'll make it worth everyone's while. Yours... mine... ( Another undead creature assaults his back, only to solidify in pure ice within half a heartbeat. Haltham points behind himself: ) His.

What do you say? ( All at once, warmth wanes from Haltham's voice, hollowing it: ) ThIn K. Th ErE aRe BenEfitS o F Gi vInG HER tHre E weEks o F shElt Er. WhaT Do YoU saY?

( ooc: — cast an IC vote until 23:59 GMT on 2 April if the party should hide and protect the Huntress for a few weeks in Ke-Waihu, during the Beastmaster's upcoming visit

— new characters can assume party NPCs Asgeirr or Hatisse have shared told them about the Huntress, Haltham/Anurr and Beastmaster

— feel free to spam/threadjack/discuss IC opinions in this post — Haltham will respond sporadically; no input from the Huntress at this time! )

reparo

[the video shows a very close up angle of her face, because someone hasn't bothered taking the pendant off to film this. there is a thin balance between amusement and panic on her face, too. she draws in a breath and:]

May have made a mistake.

[from beyond the video, a bird interrupts her confession almost on cue:]

CA-CAW

[she angles the video quickly to a murder of about ten crows in the grass, at her feet, looking up at her. she brings the video back to her face.]

Umm. I fed one. It followed me three days ago, and I had some biscuits in my bag, and I unthinkingly fed it. The next day it brought two friends over. The next day, they also brought friends over. [it's a pyramic scheme of crows.] And now this. [there's a bit more caw-ing in the background, and the camera shakes while she moves to clearly feed them again, because she doesn't know any better.]

Also one swooped down to nip at a villager's hat today because he was looking at me, so I think I might have a murder. Of crows. On my hands. [she's secretly pleased with that wordplay.]

So - that's all from me. Public apologies to the family for the ruckuss.

[ooc: SORRY FAM #10 but if you dont't want a murder of birbs, why claim a witch is your sister? dated to after the fox weddings.]

northerndragon

1. One week ago.

[Whether or not you’ve spoken to him, you have certainly seen Jon around. The overall impression he gives is likely melancholic, but brave, reliable, and resilient.

Not now. This man looks profoundly strained: pale, desperate, disheveled.]

Please. [The silence here stretches on a little too long. His eyes are wide — haunted.]

— Don’t leave me alone.

2. Feb 6th

[Jon sits with an open wooden box and holds a stack of papers. He seems more himself again: whatever misery had a hold on him before, it seems to have passed. He is serious, but relieved. He has combed his hair. He does not tremble.]

To begin with, I owe a great apology to Lan Sizhui, to Daenerys Targaryen, to Xie Lian. I was not myself when I asked you to wish on the box. I am sorry for what happened to you. I hope you’ve all recovered.

[Strictly speaking, “asked” isn’t the correct word, and he may not owe Xie Lian the same sort of apology.

Nevertheless.]

I’ve opened it. I think it held the answers that some of you have been looking for — what this place was, what they did here. [A look of distaste briefly settles on his face.] You can come look at these papers, or I can tell you what we’ve been able to gather from them.

[OOC: This comprises information related to two plot rolls!

Jon wound up the victim in Five and Dany’s plot roll, and will describe what happened to him if anyone is interested: he has also shared this info in Lily’s meeting a few days after the first of these two messages.

But he also found a Big Box O’ Secrets with Hermione and then spent several days agonizing over it, making a nuisance of himself with the Merchant, accidentally blinding his friends, etc. Ask away: he’ll spill what he’s learned and invite characters to come sort through the papers themselves. Here is all the available info that they’d be able to get from talking to him here and going through the papers. The group involved with killing the Sleepers will be especially interested in this stuff.]

violetchaos

[ it takes some time, but eventually Yennefer figures out how to use the widget she was given and starts a connection, which she wouldn't bother with if she hadn't experienced what she did with Eleven and Moiraine. so, she had some questions for the rest of the group.

unfortunately, she's all business and foregoes any proper introduction to those she has not yet had the privilege of meeting yet. ]

I'd start this out by asking if anyone has done any dream walking lately, but I think it only adds to the mounting list of fucked up things that have already been going on. So, I'll just ask if anyone has been lured up to the 11th floor by our strange and fatuous host and if so, what their experience was like.

[ That seems the best way to open things up. The conversation might not be received as well if she starts with informing everyone that her and her companions have done the reasonable thing by killing the twenty people sleeping on the 11th floor. ]

(network is part of yennefer, eleven and moiraine's plot roll. )

elfuego

Since we're moving again getting lookouts organized to keep watch while the group is sleeping is a smart idea. I'm volunteering myself if anyone else wants to help out that's fine. Let me know, we can figure out shifts.

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