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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.

blackscales

The Honourable Wrathion
In Service of the Esteemed Macaluso Spina
Speaking Only Their Truth and Their Wisdom
Humbly Puts before the Piazza:

We have asked ourselves before what defines a ruler. We have asked why concerns were being brushed away. Taravast has long been known as a good and safe citadel. The sons of greatness, a mixed people who come together and make a place that is truly the envy of many. Where else could one see such incredible things? Only Taravast. Its citizens are proud.

Now, we see a dark truth.

Bonaccorso Spina has turned against the people.

First his nephew, imprisoned under false charges. Now the people plead with him and he calls them spoiled, shameless! For wanting homes repaired. For wanting safety, and food to eat. He sets the witches of Bessis to rain down fire on those who beg him for help.

Bonaccorso Spina may have once been a great man, but his own mortality has twisted him. A fear of death, of legacy. He cares not for you, not for Taravast, but for himself. What kind of man turns fire on his own citizens? Is this righteous?

You may believe this cannot be true. I wish I could say it was not so, that I had not seen so many lives wasted.

A child cannot be held responsible for the sins of their father.

Macaluso and Vannozza are as much victims of Bonaccorso Spina's crimes as we were. They have been imprisoned, threatened, used. Perhaps we should ask ourselves, what did Macaluso know that caused him to be locked away? Did he try to reason, to plead our case, to seek justice? What pain he must have gone through!

Honourable citizens of Taravast, we live in dark times -- but you are strong, and darkness helps us appreciate light all the more. Taravast will rebuild, and will see peace again. Yet for this to happen it must unite. Today, Taravast has reached a turning point in its history. It will meet the future head on, and build it brighter than ever. Take solace in this, and know that Don Macaluso will see Taravast strong once more.

May All Good People Hear, May All Good People Know!
May Fortune Ever Favour Taravast!

[ ooc; respond via network or piazza as you like, just let me know which as Wrathion is obviously... playing a role on piazza ]

inferus

( Wrath has learned a lot of shit recently after months of trying to understand and exploring many different avenues, the most important being Wen Qing's inspections of Vannozza and his own investigations. He knows he has to inform the rest of the group before he makes his next move. That is the difference between living on this mortal plane instead of within Hell itself where he has far more power. There is a group to take into consideration.

At first, the video opens with nothing but a visual of the locked, hidden room. The video lingers on the altar beds, the potions and goblets of opiates, and then the piles of servant clothing and bird feathers in the corner. )

I'm in a secret, locked room within Bonaccorso's library. The Attaryl have been lengthening the lives of the Doxe for some time. Now they work on transferring a spirit from one body to the next without killing the original body and destroying one spirit in the process, which is the current result of their experimentation.

( He is quiet, serious, jaw locked though the camera is not on him. This is an affront to Death itself - his other name. )

Their efforts have come with a clear cost. ( He keeps the video pointed toward the pile of clothing and bird feathers, and it does not change course for the remainder of the video- let them see the cost. ) Many have died in this room.

I believe they mean to transfer Bonaccorso's spirit into Vannozza's body. Her spirit feels as if it is peeling from her body. The question is what to do with this truth.

( Ultimately, Wrath is ancient and powerful, and he will go with what he feels is best because mortals are fallible, but he wants to know what the group thinks. )

song_of_fire

[She's at least more cleaned up than her arrival. Some of her hair is starting to grow back, but its still at that fuzz stage. Her burns have at least scabbed over and look less angry. Dany also is a bit more cheerful than before, mostly because she can come and go as she pleases and no one is looking to stop her.

Happy Dany means a happy Drogon, curled around her neck and trying to sleep despite his mother's unprompted video. Now that she finally has the hang of this, she can do a few of the things that had been on her mind.]

Good day. [There's a small rumble and hiss from Drogon as smoke curls from his nose. She places her hand on his head.] I'm in need of some volunteers today. It's a bit difficult when I'm still learning my way, it means I must still rely upon others for help. Given what is needed today, it would be much appreciated if I could acquire any that are strong, skilled in arms and with their hands, as well as any that know more delicate arts such as sewing.

First, I am looking to organize a small group to join me in a mission of good work. There are a number of homes and businesses that need repairs and the more volunteers means the sooner they can be habitable again. Many of the refugees and sick need blankets and fresh clothes. I know that Lady Vannozza meant to make a donation, but active work like this is no less important. If anyone wishes to join me in making bread or soup for them as well, I know it would be appreciated.

[She's a bit sheepish with this last request.]

I mean as well to venture a bit further out of the Citadel as well and would appreciate another with a weapon, as I lost mine in coming to this world. My dragon is too confined at times in the city and he needs room to fly and hunt.

[Which is the excuse, not the real reason.]

I'd like to at least get a look at the Undead, to see the threat for myself.

Thank you.

reparo

Hello, this is Hermione Granger - you will hopefully excuse me for not using the video component of these fascinating crystals, but I find it easier to string my thoughts together in writing.

I have been thinking about potions. In the world that I come from, we have a number of them that are capable of doing many things, from healing to sobering up to allowing someone to be someone else for a few hours. They were developed by very fascinating and smart witches and wizards, however it was with local ingredients, shall we say?

I would wish to try and write down the ones I remember by heart, by dint of having brewed them so much. The question is, once remembered, would they be of any use, if the ingredients here are not the same? And more importantly, how would I test them for efficacy if not on myself?

Maybe a better use of time would be to learn to brew the ones that the local witches came up with, but I am not fond of their brand of magic - and there is the matter of cost, of course.

On that note, does anyone want completely useless corsets? Wear them or burn them, at this point I doubt anyone would care, but as tensions towards magic-wielders grow I reckon I should start pretending to be that bloody modiste.

sankta

( the video opens on Alina looking winded. the focus is on her face, sweat trickling down her brow, strands of hair plastered to her cheeks. she's looking past the camera at something else. behind her is a dimly lit hallway, only the wall and light on the wall barely peeking out past her face. )

Be careful if you're invited to any parties these days. ( her eyes flick to the camera, then she lowers the camera to reveal her upper chest. just below her throat, across her collar bone, is a deep, angry slash that still drips past the neckline of her dress.

she raises the camera to her face again, her eyes darting around herself rather than watching the screen. ) That was meant to be my throat. Others weren't so lucky.

The Brotherhood left a message after the slaughter for the families seeking alliance with Macaluso and Taravast. ( her eyes flick back to the camera. ) Basically, don't do it; this is the only warning. ( she searches her memories a bit for the wording- ) "Never seek alliances that could imperil the Brotherhood's interests again."

( she sighs, closes her eyes and shakes her head before reaching up to wipe the strands of hair from her brow. ) I could use some help. I caught one. ( she flips the camera around to show the hallway behind her lined with the carnage of four undead envoys in pieces on the floor. ) But I still need help to clean up.

northerndragon

1. Voice

[A man's deep voice, colored with some urgency.]

My name is Jon Snow. I need the aid of two or three strong fighters, outside the city -- now. One of the Beastmaster's creatures is on me. He isn't alone.

2. Video

[Later, it's a young man, looking hesitant and unsure of where to begin. A curl of his dark hair is falling into his bearded face, and there are fine vertical scars above and below his eyes, as if someone once tried to claw them out. He has just been shown to his rooms after a long, hard journey, and he looks like it.

When he speaks, it's with the same deep voice from earlier in the day, now earnest and weary. The more he speaks, the more sure of himself he sounds, until in the end, it may become clear that he's used to addressing groups of people.]

I am sorry for my hasty messages earlier. The creatures are dead -- they won't trouble you or any of the people of this city.

I'm Jon Snow. I come from the Merchant -- I've been riding in and out of these canyons for most of a fortnight. Never seen anything like Taravast, but it is good to be in numbers again.

I don't expect that it will mean anything to any of you, but I am from the North. One of the Seven Kingdoms, it was.

I need to meet with Wrath and Wen Qing, as soon as either of you can. I am in the Palace of the Doxe.

For the rest -- tell me what I can do here in the city. Tell me what I can do to help our cause.

glorioussong

(Three days have passed since his arrival. Three days spent in confinement while he recovers from...something. He recalls white powder on his fingertips - Patroclus would know the name of it - but that's all. Now he is in his benefactor's wing. Vannozza Spina.

As ever, he is blunt.)

I do not care for this welcome. (It feels like a ploy to pull the wool over his eyes. Achilles has never fallen for ploys and he won't start now.) This is where I introduce myself. I am Achilles Peleides and if you are at war, show me where the men are fighting.

(He will drink wine and party after.)

wooden_one

The Honourable Chu Wanning
In Service of the Esteemed Macaluso Spina
Speaking Only Their Truth and Their Wisdom
Humbly Puts before the Piazza:

What defines a city--a ruler if not how their most vulnerable are treated? For servants to disappear without explanation or investigation, what does that say about those running this city? Those who should offer protection and justice to those working under them? What does it say that those who are vulnerable feel they need to seek sanctuary from a stranger to the city?

And then to have their concerns brushed off as them wanting money without further investigation even when the person disappears? In a city with so much knowledge and wealth, why are there still people who suffer this way? Only because they are servants?

If the people here will not fight for them then I will. I had failed to provide the sanctuary that maid sought and I will carry that failure with me. But know this: I will not stop until I've given them justice. I will get to the bottom of this no matter what it takes.

May All Good People Hear, May All Good People Know!
~~May Fortune Ever Favour Don Bonaccorso!~~

video; un: yuheng; to other characters only

[He looks as he always does, except his coldness seems more angry than his usual aloofness.]

Two servants from Don Bonaccorso's wing have gone missing, most likely killed. The second maid....it was my fault. I was asked for sanctuary and protection and I failed to keep her safe. [He admitted it without hesitation even though the guilt and self-loathing was eating him alive. He failed and another had to bare the consequences. But he's more angry than he is sad (right now, right now he has to focus on that anger).] But in that case, I have a responsibility to give her justice, to at least find her body and give her a proper burial and make those responsible pay for their actions.

I-- [This part is hard. He has no problem admitting guilt but admitting he needed help? That felt impossible. But this wasn't about him. He had a duty.] I need help. The healers I interrogated weren't lying when they said they didn't know what was going on, but like this I have no leads left to follow.

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