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[Jon looks pensive, and not a little dismayed, and perhaps a bit winded.]

I went to the Oracle Hall to try to find what I could of Cosette. I spoke to the Oracle -- bloody lot of stairs that was.

A woman had been there. Blonde hair. She fears that she will be forced to stay in Hatthevar against her will. She knew Matthias's heart well, and he had called her from somewhere else. The Oracle told her that the foolishness and stubbornness of men can't be cured by reason.

Can it be her? If it is her, she doesn't want it. Not Hatthevar. Maybe not a return to her father, either.

[Who would want to return to a madman, a man who has done such harm? Who would want to claim that legacy?

Before Jon cuts away, a hand tugs at his sleeve, and a voice says, "You can help me, can't you? I heard you know everything." Jon mutters "Seven hells," with exasperation and feeling, and ends the message.]

(but he'll be back with replies if anyone wants to chat about it.)

northerndragon

[A young man, bearded and perhaps overly serious, addresses the party.]

If we haven't spoken before, I am Jon Snow. I have traveled with this party for two years, now. Some of you can say the same, or have traveled longer; some of you have just joined the group in recent days.

We've seen a number of places. Most were under one sort of threat or another from the Dead. A few were places of rest, or ways of travel.

I know that if I go back to where I came from, I may not be able to hold on to any wisdom I might be so lucky to gain here, but there's something I wonder about from time to time. I would hear your answers, if you have any.

The cities we've been in... what would you have done if you had been ruling them? How would you have answered the same challenges, faced the same threats?

I have been king of a land and a castle which will face the Dead in its own time. I ask because I do what I can to help my people. I hope it is not so easy to stray as some in this world have made it seem. But I understand their fear and their need better than most.

[He is finished speaking, so he presses his lips together and nods.]

[OOC: super casual post, don't worry about format too much. Assume Jon is matching anything you use.]

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.

northerndragon

[Somehow, Jon looks even worse than he did in Alem: pale, maybe even a touch greenish, his lips pressed together firmly. Back then, everyone looked terrible, underwashed and underfed and tired. Now, he's clean, but it's clear that something disagrees with him.

After a moment, he spits out his question.]

Is this a normal way to travel where you all come from?

[Perhaps it is only his sense of balance that has been under siege in recent days. Anyway, he's asking the important questions.]

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.]

allforthecause

[ Cassian is perched just outside one of the furthest tents of the caravan, out of the blazing sun as he reads over the vellum scroll in his hands several times, trying to memorize it. Only once he is done so does he put it away and pull the silver pendant out of his clothes to send a message to the rest. ]

So, I am still fairly new here. Finding my feet.

Surely there is a way to be useful? A way to earn a credit or two?

I’ve heard that there are things in the desert, that can be found by those with sharp eyes. But are they even worth the retrieval, I wonder? Who would even want them?

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.]

sansdoute

( We interrupt your regularly scheduled sinister updates for a casual transmission viewable by all. A chirpy, scantily clad mademoiselle takes stage introducing, one at a time, portraits or visual footage of various dragons as she names them. )

Laaaaaaaaadiiiiiiies and gentlemen! Wait no more, wonder less, time to meet this year’s fiery dragon contenders who’ll fall head and smoulder for each other, in the latest, scaled-up season of…

DRAGON BACHELOR

DARIUS

He’s… moderately tall. Not particularly exercised. His rider… gave up after the third day of mounting. His nestmates say, ‘Bro, we all know you’re drooling, not flaming,’ and ‘His mother has to come pick up his scales every week.’ He never woke up in time for the war. He’s looking for a girl who can char his meat, keep his nest tidy, has no male dragon friends and has reeeeaaaallllll thick wing curves. He has zero aspirations, but he knows the 10,000 actual gold pieces he invested to buy an invisible magical coin token will one day rake in big.

He is Darius, and he is our… Dragon Bachelor. And he needs your help to find a bride. Although, like. Any girl would be lucky to have a nice guy like him.

( the blushing brides )

Now, viewers, you know the ropes: they say you can't be lucky in both love and money, but Dragon Bachelor is here to prove common wisdom wrong. Every fine gentleman and lovely lady can put their house-paid 10,000-coin chip forward on their pick for handsome Darius's bride. What a catch!

If the stars blink your way, and Darius chooses your guess... you earn ten times the reward. Don't forget! You can always take advantage of the cheeky virgin sacrifice option and put down the names of other prospective brides. Cast your vote, and let the best dragon gall win!

( ooc: Rules of engagement:

— every character can bet 10,000, free of charge. The house covers the first token.
— Vote here on your dragon lady of choice — remember, persuade your colleagues to vote the same way, and you increase your odds of winning! Just pitch the virtues of your preferred dragon lady.
— Alternatively, suggest a character as a 'virgin sacrifice' (virginity optional) to appease mighty Darius, and vote to get them into the next round. You can also assume a well-meaning NPC put your character's name down. Why not?
— This is open to everyone, irrespective of whether they were assigned to Eidris or Minaras. It has 0% plot bearing. Make it rain.
— You can treat this as a regular network post and threadjack to your hearts' content.

)

winscenario

[ Unlike certain pointy-eared aliens out there, Jim appears on the broadcast looking perfectly normal and wearing no funny hats or accessories. His shirt and hair are maybe slightly rumpled, but that's to be expected. Given the nature of the announcement, he looks serious too. ]

For those of you who I haven't met yet, I'm Captain James T. Kirk. [ Yes, the T. is important. ] Recently I was part of a group who visited the Concord, and I personally got to talk to her Captain, Maximilian Hawk.

He shared a few things, though I don't know how much of it really will be news by now. Long story short, the Company wants to get their hands on some rare item, something that's either been lost for a long time or is only mentioned in myth. They discovered Samuel Vane, or Quicksilver Sam, was already looking for said item, so they hired him to find it for them. They gave him the ship, the crew, a set of coordinates and a fragment inside a small box that supposedly reacts when close to aforementioned item.

The so-called 'gifts' we were sent to deliver were half of that coordinate, and the empty box. Which leads me to believe that the gesture was meant as anything but a peace offering.

Considering Vane's mental state at the moment, it also makes me wonder if he was the one sending those gifts, or if Kreil is the one behind the gesture.

[ He takes a slow breath. ]

Now, regarding the rest of our conversation. I managed to avoid a conflict in the moment by explaining we were refugees here, and not part of either crew. He believed me. He also offered a deal for us: we take the fragment and the coordinates and we find the item ourselves, effectively taking up the job what was given to Vane, and we'd be rewarded with supplies and funds to carry on with our trip or find somewhere to settle, as Hawk put it. Part of his conditions is that we hand over Vane as well— and the remainder of the crew, I imagine.

I am not in favor of this, just to be clear. I have no interest in handing over Vane, but I'm not on my ship, and you aren't my crew, and I can't make that kind of choice for the group at large. As much as it goes against what I believe in, I thought that it was necessary that I share this with you all, so that everyone can weigh in on what they think we should do.

That said, I'll take no part in a plot to capture and deliver Vane, not when we have so little idea of what's the story behind all this. Hawk has shared what is convenient to him, what makes him look like the one in the right, the one who was tricked and lied to, but there's a lot we don't know too.

Anyway, I figured I'd open this up to a vote. At the very least we'll get some idea on where most of us stand regarding this.

That's all. Kirk out.

((ooc: for the sake of organization, I ask that everyone go to this comment and vote on what your character would want to do (plus with any wild plots/ideas they might have suggested). Please hop over there and vote, even if you don't want to or don't have the time to reply to this post!))

northerndragon

[It’s Jon, on the Queen Zanrya and dressed more like a pirate than he had been before.

He speaks carefully. It’s clear something is troubling him… but would he be speaking to the entire group if nothing was on his mind? Most of the time, he is a quiet, steady man.]

Two things you all ought to know.

Back before we left the villages, after the Beastmaster was killed, I went to the forest one day, and the foxes who lived there came to me and asked for my aid. They wanted me to help them clean a place that they held sacred, that had become polluted by the Beastmaster’s creatures. Once I had done it, they told me some things, by way of thanks.

The Beastmaster was made the way he was by a mirror, given to him by the man in white. It was part of a deal: he would be helped in his search for his son, and in exchange, he agreed to aid the traveler in his pursuits. It seemed as though the offer was made to him more than once before he accepted. But you know of how desperate he was at the loss of the boy — he did accept, in the end.

That man, the traveler in white, also made the foxes’ shrine for them, in exchange for the use of their magic in keeping the Beastmaster alive while he was changed. The foxes did not like the traveler in white — they did not like his smell. But they accepted the trade nonetheless, so they could use the shrine — they called it the Root — to store the memory and wisdom of their people, their ancestors.

I was pulled into a mirror back in the lighthouse in Ellethia. I spent days there: only a few minutes to the people in the lighthouse, but days to me. I can tell you that the shrine had something of the same feeling about it, only — not frightening.

I am no craven, but what happened to me in that mirror — I would not wish it on any of you. [His jaw tenses, and he glances off to the side.] Nearly anyone I might wish it on is already dead.

If you have any questions, ask, and I will try to answer them.

[OOC: seriously, please ask! This post really should have gone up several weeks ago, but my IRL chaos and Jon’s relatively tactiturn nature made it kind of hard to formulate, because the story is detailed. I don’t think this probably held anyone else up, yet, but since the mirrors are becoming important again, the info needs to circulate.

Editing to add: the story about what happened with the mirror in the lighthouse in Ellethia was shared here at Lily’s study group in late Jan/early Feb. I don’t mind sharing it again here though!]

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.

blackscales

What funerary rites are you familiar with?

The Kaldorei cleanse a body, perform a final viewing where there is singing then take it to a resting place and grow flowers around it. Goblins have extravagant funerals with mourners and ornate coffins which they are buried or entombed in along with all their accumulated wealth. In Kul Tiras burials at sea are common, while the Tauren peoples burn their dead on funeral pyres so their spirits may return to the Earth mother.

Here, burials appear to be common I have gathered.

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.]

chosenbylight

[Anduin stands, holding his pendant in his hand. His is a face that likely only a handful of those in the city will recognize -- and he is rather counting on that fact.

He smiles, looking somewhat tired and worn but aren't we all these days?]

Good evening, my friends. I apologize for bringing such trivial questions to you, however I fear that being one of the lucky few to newly arrive in the city, I do not share your history of knowledge.

[He is trying not to speechify. ~~Unlike some people, Wrathion.~~ Is it working? He will try harder.]

Of late there has been much discussion of justice, especially with regards to Bonaccorso and his niece and nephew. But what of the rest of the nobility? I have heard, for instance, there is a noblewoman who is rumored to have supplied weapons to the brotherhood as payment for Taravast's survival? Should such a person be held responsible for the consequences of her actions? Or, as with Macaluso, do we turn a blind eye to such acts themselves when taken for the greater good?

[Is he fishing for opinions on donna Rigarda? You bet he is. Is his innocent newbie act working for you? Look at these Big Blue Eyes...]

rumorate

[Given that they're probably sneaking or scrambling, about 2 hours into their little adventure, this message goes out to those involved, just to touch base.]

Moretti is giving us three hours to get ahold of Macaluso.

Let us know when you guys have him out?

[Short, sweet and to the point, but she'll take any information you guys have. Please help her out guys, she really doesn't want to have to rumor her.]

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.

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.

groundrules

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Entries tagged with game of thrones: jon snow

[video] -- an oracle-tale

un: whitewolf | video

un: ut malum pluvia | audio

[video, backdated to earlier in the month, from un:whitewolf]

un: whitewolf / video: ota / text: private to Vanessa Ives / forward dated to 2 March

un: bee

video; un: stormborn

dragon... bachelor | round i

video; un: majortom

[video] I was following the pack, all swallowed in their coats (un: whitewolf)

[un: whitewolf] video (backdated to before current event)

un: Black Prince; text

[un: whitewolf] Two messages, the first backdated by about a week.

video; un: white pawn

ᶾ 003 ; text | @taken for granite ; for team macaluso + jon snow

video | un: stormborn (and Drogon)

[voice/video] I put my trust in you, a stranger (un: whitewolf)

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