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( Wei Wuxian holds both hands up, fingers pressed over fingers, and offers a bow to those watching. )

For those who have not yet heard, Anurr has been sealed within his human form, and his powers sealed away. He, ah, and the... bear. Are around. Try not to aggravate them, those who plan to stay, and those who plan to go. I don't think the goat's here?

( He lets his hands fall down, and smiles, bright and cheerful. The shadows under his eyes are lighter than they have been, albeit not banished; it's been an exhaustive recent weeks and months. )

It has been an honour and a pleasure traveling and fighting alongside each of you. I've a few gifts for those who'd like them — well wishes in your future travels. Especially those of you who plan to stay.

( He lifts up a... hah. A jar of alcohol, and waggles it invitingly. )

I also have these. It's nicely drinkable, and plenty to share! Let's have a nice send off for all our number, ah?

bravelyrunsaway

( Licyn runs his hand through his hair, which is for the moment loose over his shoulders. )

Good on all of our ragtag group for surviving until now. Only one question left as far as I'm concerned before we do or don't step through the gateway lovely miss Karsa is working on for us.

( He grins, lashes lowering as he says: )

Anyone up for making love now that the war's over?

( And then laughs as he ends the transmission with a wink. )

reparo

[The video isn't accidental this time, and focuses on Hermione - her face rosy-cheeked and smiling, actually smiling.

To the observant eye, one can tell she's in the old, dilapidated house that some people used during the final battle in Hatthevar as a sort of refuge. (It's the Macarena house.)]

Friends - ah, I've been thinking all day what I'd say to us all after a battle as final and difficult and hard as this one. I didn't get to say this to my friends back home, I didn't get the chance to say this to Harry, but...here goes.

Well done. You did your best, and you somehow saved the day. Look at this place. Look at this world! I know the beacons are being repaired, so it's still sometime before we leave but I think we could say we're leaving it better than we found it?

[Like it's hard. She lets out a tiny laugh.]

Also, I think - and I'm not taking any feedback on this - that I've earned myself this.

[The view focuses on the floor, where she is sitting currently, and specifically on a half-empty bottle of wine. Hermione gone wild.]

valeas

[ Wrath is beside Emilia, as are Wrathion and Wei Wuxian.

She has been here before, blood-drenched and weary. A bearer of violent tidings. The only difference is she speaks with a bluntness she could not afford in Alem, a compromise that stings her to this day. ]

Matthias is dead. I killed him, though I could not have done it alone.

[ It was not pretty. ]

For those of you who feel some of Matthias's power now, I have a suggestion.

[ Here, Wei Wuxian taps a finger on the side of his nose before smiling, small and tight: ]

Help seal away Anurr's power and bind him to his current body. Then disperse anything remaining.

weifinder

( Is it the sound of the sea swelling and escaping the shore behind him when he speaks? Or is the the shrill cries of the winds that batter at the walls and gates of the city? Who's to say, who's to say?

What Wei Wuxian does say is this, throat parched, picking slivers of wood out of his hands: )

Miss Hermione and I fell into the knowledge of why Cosette was at sea on the Headless Dancer, a decade ago or so. They were investigating a mirror shard attracting watery beasties offshore of Ellethia, under Ellethia's governing council or court or whatever it was. They weren't the only ones looking for the shard, but they were worried if they didn't find it first, that the institute of technology and magic might, fearing what that would mean in their power-hungry hands.

( A breath of laughter, tired, sad. People do not deserve the massacres that find them on the heels of other people's grasping greed. Or arrogance, a folly which he cannot claim himself innocent. )

We know how that race ended. So. How are we laying Matthias low without letting Anurr run wild in this city of death?

lonelydream

How long has it been since we've been allowed to see the night sky? Has anyone managed to pry their windows open? Where I'm from, peaceful nights are often spent drinking beneath the moonlight.

[ There's the sound of clinking ceramic--clearly, he isn't letting anything stop him from drinking, at least.

It's frustrating that he hasn't been able to explore to his heart's content, that he's cut off from investigating the mysteries of this place. How much longer does he have, here in this place of relative peace? What sort of place will they go to next? Is it worth the risk to wait? (No. He knows it's not.)

A brief pause, and then he continues, though his breathing sounds...not ideal. ]

My apologies for the late introduction. My name is Zhou Xu; I arrived not long before we left the last city.

It's been brought to my attention that we have a number of healers among us. I seek, at your convenience, Wen Qing, Anduin, Nynaeve, and Hermione. Any others with an understanding of medicine, healing, or magic would be appreciated as well.

[ Far more open and blatant than he'd ever been before, but he's running out of time. He simply can't afford to be discrete any longer. Just before he ends the transmission, something occurs to him: ]

--Ah. I've heard that I've been here before. If you once knew me, I'd also like to meet. Thank you.

bhaalyn

I see introductions are all the rage these days. I'll make mine brief. My name is Deimos. I've a tadpole inside my brain that threatens to turn me into a hideously horrid creature known as a mind flayer for those of you familiar with the term. My current theory is that due to being in this other world, I am now beyond the reach of the brain that can issue the command for me to transform. Additionally, I have no true recollection of my past before the tadpole; I am told the amnesia is unrelated. And to wrap up my honesty, I have violent urges that sometimes overtake me against my will. Again, likely to be unrelated to the tadpole. I explain all this for two reasons: 1. Should any of the above be similar to your own situation, we might benefit from good conversation. 2. If none of the above is similar, you all deserve to know whom you sleep near so that you may take action should I ever become a threat and begin to transform. Now, all that aside that does lead me to a question to help me better understand my new companions: what is your own strangest adventure you experienced in your own home world? I look forward to seeing your responses.

aprescoup

( And now for a beautiful interlude featuring the party's witch Karsa and an especially plump, smug pigeon chasing her legs on the Senate steps. )

- go. You hear me? ( The pigeon only comes closer. ) No! No food. No food. You hear me? No. ( Fireball? Fireball. A startled pigeon briefly flies away, while Karsa cackles. Finally, she returns to the pendant. )

You. What are you doing? Not speaking. Not organising. Fools. Why do you never speak? Mouths too busy? I put mustard seeds in them. I put brine. We make pickles. At least we know.

( A pause. ) I am told you are... kingmaking. Wonderful. Very wonderful. I am delighted. If you think this makes you special, I step on your backs.

I know the choices: Caius Justus. A tyrant who is not dead, but that can be helped. Messalina. She is dead. No one helps that. And the man without opinion, Caelius Silvanus. So he says, delay the vote! Always helpful, to say nothing concrete. Someone must have stepped on his back.

Talk and decide among yourselves. You cannot work at odds, or what one hand does, the other undoes. And you are stuck no where, doing nothing. ( Another pause, while the pigeon appears impudently in the horizon, and she sends a warning shot towards him. ) Except for me. I am eating pigeon.

( ooc: this is your convenient post to give your character's $0.02 on whether to support:

— undead lady Messalina, who wants to gain the elite Hand army of Ephes
— the despot Caius Justus, who wants to keep the Hand for his own design
— Caelius Silvanus, who wants to put off the vote

...during the upcoming polls. Please feel free to threadjack — Karsa will only be commenting sparingly. You can have your character factor all this in when submitting threads about swaying votes, if you like! )

seaboard

[ It's a quiet-spoken woman that seems - not quite sure really if she should be speaking at all. ]

Forgive my imposition, I know not how best to...

... This is not as I know my own work best. My name is Lady Gilia, of the Isle St. Loe, She Who Sings the Ocean to Prosperity.

To that, I have made something of a good grace with the sailors at the docks, fishermen and fishwives all. I am good at doing my work quietly among them so they pay not much heed to me and talk freely of their lives.

... Is there anything that I ought to listen for that we wait news for?

massrez

[ It's the first time he's addressed the network since arriving. Well. Arriving again< apparently. But what happened in the bathing halls needs to be known. Should be known. Even if to recount it now still brings a small shiver of discomfort.

He's spoken through worse. And his face is a resolute one when he addresses the network at large. ]

The bathing halls should be avoided if at all possible, at present. There appear to be figures forming themselves out of the dark water, made to resemble us. And it isn't just our faces they appear to be taking...

[ There's a momentary pause as his gaze goes distant, before steeling himself once more. ]

They know us. Our fears, our doubts. Wrathion and I were able to dispatch one of the creatures, but many more began to appear from the water's depths. Most were misshapen, half-formed...but all spoke with one voice. One mind, one will if that is possible.

They reached out to us, spoke from memories and dreams, offering to keep us and ours safe. They would do whatever we wanted or asked, just to be born. To exist. To be given form. They wanted us to wish them into existing. Then they were gone again, all at once, and the water had gone still once more.

[ Is there a trace of sympathy in his eyes? Perhaps. Am I worthy of existence? That question still rings in his mind, even now. ]

I would expect their desire has not ended so readily. Be cautious, should you come near large bodies of that dark water. I would not recommend doing so alone.

blackscales

Do hope you're all settling in well. How are we finding our accommodations? I've a position that allows access to the senate. Let me know if I can assist.

The mood is largely in favour of conquest, of war to honour the Chained God. Worth noting that the aptitude of the army appears to be a new development, and Narula seems to be the reason that changed. Has anyone spoken to him? They describe him as a feral animal, and those who worked under him consider him a loose canon, risk prone with little regard for ethical combat and a drive to constantly improve at any cost. Since the senate lacks trust in Narula, and some favour Messalina leading because of that, I had put forward that a veteran might serve as Narula's replacement. Given how loyal soldiers of the Hand are, however, I suspect that would prove an uphill battle.

Equally, Jacob and I happened upon one of those target lists the news shouters received. All members of the Senate: Darius Alexandros, Julius Secundus, Drusilla Minora. Two curiosities: not all of them oppose Messalina, and parchment used was official senate paper. All senate paper is marked with a code, containing a date and unique number. The date here is five or so months past, which just so happens to be when Messalina entered Ephes.

Oh, and Caius Justus does appear to be alive for any concerned.

downswing

( Behold: that inexorable moment when a man with the tolerance of a baby kitten has infiltrated the nefarious tavern of Livius Decimus, had precisely two licks of the obligatory drink, and is now alone, sword drawn, brooding morosely at a vast table covered in castaway parchment pieces that two large brown and spotted rabbits are diligently chewing on.

After fifteen seconds of blinking at the pendant: )

Greeti.. ( ...nnnnngs? ) What. did.. what did the... ( Wake up, Lan Wangji, wake up — ) Pro - presss... pros. Proscription lists. What did they look like?

( ...possibly like the parchment scraps one of the rabbits annihilates on camera, while a nearby ~~thug~~ gentleman of criminal arts, seemingly in the know, mutters, You son of a — )

...my son? Mmmmmmmmm. Gentle. Little... not so little? Was little. Kind. Wise. Speak of... yes. Let me speak of my son. He will never marry. Must stay little. In my coin purse. Children are... for safe-keeping.

( ...in coin purses. Does the thug agree? How can he not. )

aprescoup

( ooc: The following video network transmission can be seen and answered by everyone in Ephes, including all characters in the party, politically oriented or otherwise. Key notes:

■ Everyone can tag in, threadjack or pose questions. Don't forget to introduce yourselves and your patron, if you want!

■ NPCs (politicians or rabble) can witness your characters' comments and also speak up, ask questions, cheer or boo as needed.

■ There is no private messaging available in this post.

■ Various Senators may be swayed to give you their vote, based on the speeches of fellow politicians and supporters of Messalina. Everyone else can assist and/or sabotage as needed!

■ This is dated to the Tenth Day of Chaining, before Maximus Faustus' banquet on the Twelfth. Consider the post OOCly available for tagging with NPCs until 4 October, but permanently available for threadjacking between characters! )

( the senate floor opens )

reparo

[ooc: This is set during the Annointed event of Unkharil.]

[The video shows the jungle for a moment, followed by a close-up of Hermione's face in the dark, illuminated by the Lumos spell at the tip of her wand. She looks wide-eyed, a little dishevelled, leaning against a massive tree trunk. She looks at the camera, trying to figure out the point she was going to make, opens her mouth, closes it. Pauses.

Then:] Drugs are bad. Prophecy drugs are bad. Don't do drugs, kids. [Another pause.] Are there even any kids around for this public service announcement? Probably not awake at this hour anyway...[She rubs one hand over her face, the wand still in said hand creating a bit of strobe light effect for anyone watching.]

Right - the point. I found the giant snake - not a Basilisk as I had suspected, given that I'm not petrified this time, but that's beyond the point. I have a vial for Deimar - and instructions, which I'll deliver, but I wanted to see if anyone else has...gone in? The jungle, for the anointment venom. [Merlin, this place is weird and these people are weird.]

For people keen to keep track - our Alem prince is meant to find who in his midst has bloodshed on their hands. I tried to ask if that meant people from Alem, or included us as well, but Kharil-asuk didn't answer.

[A pause.] Yes - that's it.

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? )

nachocheese

[ Nacho's face appears on video. He looks stressed. That's not really unusual. He often looks stressed!

What is unusual is the specific way that he looks stressed right now. It's hard to tell because the shift isn't drastic, and his skin is on the tanner side anyway, but if you closely you can see that he's... maybe blushing? A little?

He rubs a hand over the back of his shaved neck and takes a deep breath. He looks away, momentarily, from the screen. Then back. ]

Sooooo.... [ Shit. ] Hey. Uh. There's, like, a lot of kids and shit here, right? Teenagers? People who didn't go to normal school? [ He swallows. ] Wait. Hang on. I didn't mean to swear in front of... uh... in front of all the kids.

[ Nacho pauses. Tries to think about how he wants to word this. He switches tactics. Blunt is better for this. No sense beating around the bush. ]

Hey. Listen up.

I know this might not be a good time for it, but I'm not sure there's gonna ever be, and if you ask me, a lot of you need to hear it. If I don't say it now, I don't think I'm gonna, and some of you really, really should not be parents.

You feel me?

[ He hesitates. Even longer. He can't believe he's doing this. But he has become Concerned (TM). ]

You're all officially enrolled in Nacho Varga School of Sex Ed.

First thing, don't have sex. Don't have sex in the missionary position. Don't have sex standing up. Just... don't have sex. You're gonna get pregnant. And die.

But, if you have sex, wear a condom. If you don't know what a condom is because they don't have anything like that where you're from, it's like a little bag that goes over your [ he whistles, and makes a vulgar hand gesture that a lot of people would probably be able to peg as a symbol for 'boner' ]. It helps make it so you don't have kids. And if you don't know what a condom is because you're too young, then you shouldn't even be listening to this.

Next. You gotta get consent. That means you can't just do things without asking. Not unless you wanna get knifed. Do you wanna get knifed? [ Silence; slightly intimidating, knowing look into the camera. ] Yeah, that's what I thought.

Okay. Last thing. Never go ass to mouth. That's how you get diseases. And die. Just don't do it.

That's, uh, yeah. That's it, I think. Peace.

[ There's one final vision of Nacho's bright-red face, and then the screen goes completely dark. ]

damnable

( There is a gaggle of zombies off to the side, away enough from the village they're not finding anybody to eat - raised by the Huntress, and when the video clicks on, Red is walking through the lot of them. This is something she needed to do, needed to admit to the whole group about - just in case. The zombies turn toward her but do not touch or attack her - they just stare unnervingly. )

You ever wonder what it would be like to eat some Undead asshole's anchor? Well, wonder no more. Today I'm here to tell you that being compelled against your will to eat a piece of am Undead's heart and/or anchor could have the following side effects:

-You can pinpoint the location of the Huntress - currently, getting the fuck out of dodge, which is nice cause it was itchy as hell when she was close.

-You, very personally, experience her emotions when she's near - for example: frustration, confusion, and a good old dose of anguish.

-You know which of these Undead are hers like they've got a bit sign above saying: I'm the nude redhead: the one who sacrificed her own son's

And finally, as you can see, the zombies respect your boundaries with no touching or biting, real sweet of 'em, and I can control... ( she turns the camera around, takes a moment to think, and the first five zombies in the group start doing part of the Thriller dance. But not as good cause they're actual zombies - one of them loses an arm in a swing of them. ) Oops, sorry big guy. So uh ...five of 'em?

Note: This is not an endorsement to eat a heart, but if any good can come from relying on claws and failing to use a more precise approach in retrieving an ancient, undead artifact, well. It's gonna hopefully be this advantage over the Huntress. I don't know the long term effects here, but I can't imagine she'd be happy I devoured some of her heart so it's a warning too. Take me out if you gotta.

reparo

A moment of your time while we await the next wave of...whatever forces come our way. Let's share our findings, please - there have been many pieces moving on this board.

We know from Wrathion that the Huntress credits the Man in White for her powers, but despises him. Some of us have witnessed her somehow ripping out her heart and cutting it into pieces, and handing it to Miang-Si to bury them around Yancai - she mentioned it would make her powers take root.

A word of warning: do not touch the heart slivers with your bare hands. They hold powerful magic, and we can probably fairly assume this to be necromancy, and may sway you to - well. Eat it. I don't recommend doing this part either.

Red and I healed one of the beasts that hunt for her in the woods, and he (I am unclear if it's a he, but it feels unfair to call it an 'it' when he's been so helpful) took us to the hiding place of one sliver. On the way we unearthed a box that belonged to the Huntress and inside it a lock of hair, black hair - which possibly belonged to her son. It feels odd that she would still hang onto that, considering that she gave him into the care of the House of Ravens. Was this a demand from Matthias in exchange for power, or just zealotry?

Either way, there was a location engraved on the box, Kathul - we can thank Red for cleverly figuring out it was a location. It's south of here, and might yield nothing but also might unravel some mystery so I thought it was worth sharing with the rest of us.

lanclan

[ When you turn on your comm today there is a recorded video waiting, a kind of asmr amid the fervid chatter on other channels. Have you been stressed recently? Mentally drained by timeskips and inconstancies? Do you miss home or someone special? Your family? You might want to spare a few minutes to settle your mind and let it drift to the sound of the xiao Xichen conducts. Sat alone on the end of a pier, dressed in a mishmash of his own blue robes and the plain cotton ones gifted by Wei Wuxian, he kneels with his back to the camera and the majority of the view taken up by the lotus-blooming lake ahead that glimmers in the sunshine, twinkles of ice-blue qi wreathing the instrument like living fog.

And he plays for a while.

It has an odd effect on you. Were you listening in person it might actively cause you to calm down, but the sensations the song evokes are much the same even from a distance: perhaps you relax or slow down a little, if you were anxious or in a rush. Odd, that. You can always replay it if you need it to soothe your nerves again. ]

blackscales

I spoke with our old friend the Huntress earlier. She confirmed a few suspicions. Her and her husband the Beastmaster were granted their powers by the White Wanderer. From him, she says, he used no artefact. She took it willingly, she says, but he didn't explain the full consequence. She was offered a shield, a way to defend herself. He asked for nothing in return, only to spread his message. She couldn't say exactly what that meant, that he was here. That his creatures are. She believed his daughter was important in some way, to this.

She believes they have all been used. That it all began with Matthias, and must end with him. She wants him dead, I am certain.

Incidentally, it seems it isn't her choice to ride unclothed. She says clothes burn when they touch her. A somewhat crass touch, I think.

I will be around the auction if anyone desires to find me.

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weifinder - video: yiling laozu
bravelyrunsaway - video | mansbane
reparo - video; man's greatest treasure (after the blood rains stop)
valeas - video — un: starburst.
weifinder - audio | un: yiling laozu
lonelydream - un: seasonailed | audio
bhaalyn - text ⚔️ un: the one with the flute
aprescoup - un: karsa
seaboard - voice; un: daughter-sea
massrez - video; un: glow is me
blackscales - un: Black Prince; text (pre-colosseum adventures)
downswing - un: absterge | video | backdated to pre-Colosseum rattling
aprescoup - the senate floor
reparo - un: man's greatest treasure (video)
recklessenough - Video - Backdated to House of Manouk
nachocheese - VIDEO ➤➤➤ UN: OIL CHANGE
damnable - video. un: nah. backdated a bit between undead and ritual.
reparo - (text) (un: man's greatest treasure)
lanclan - un: average sighren, video
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un: seasonailed | audio

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un: Black Prince; text (pre-colosseum adventures)

un: absterge | video | backdated to pre-Colosseum rattling

the senate floor

un: man's greatest treasure (video)

Video - Backdated to House of Manouk

VIDEO ➤➤➤ UN: OIL CHANGE

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