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bearshermarkWhat good things have happened since you've come here?
[Please tell him there are some good things]
[Please tell him there are some good things]
bearshermarkaudio | un: wei laozu
Feb. 10th, 2022 03:28 pmweifinderMaster Zenobius was recovered from where he'd collapsed in a dry well. We have him resting and sleeping safely now, to those who may be concerned.
Ah, and for those of a mind for it, several... memories of his were shared in not entirely useful ways with me. I'll run through them for those wishing to hear about them, if there are any of you. After answering initial questions, ah?
( ooc: first comment will be wei wuxian's sharing of what he learned via Empathy, please go "..." and yell at him, Jiang Cheng or Lan Sizhui, or Wen Qing on principle. )
Ah, and for those of a mind for it, several... memories of his were shared in not entirely useful ways with me. I'll run through them for those wishing to hear about them, if there are any of you. After answering initial questions, ah?
( ooc: first comment will be wei wuxian's sharing of what he learned via Empathy, please go "..." and yell at him, Jiang Cheng or Lan Sizhui, or Wen Qing on principle. )
video; un: white pawn
Jan. 20th, 2022 12:37 pmchosenbylight[Anduin is on the 12th floor of Zenobius' tower, his mirrors, lights, glass panes and telescopes visible in the background. The lighthouse keeper himself is nowhere to be seen.]
There is a ship.
[Anduin does not waste time with niceties. There is no time for niceties. He frowns, a troubled look on his face, as behind him Lily and Joker converse with one another beside one of the telescopes.]
It's caught in the storm and headed this way. Zenobius -- signaled them over?
[He shakes his head, as if to clear a thought (they don't have time to question that now but also what is the purpose of this lighthouse?) and strengthens his resolve.]
They'll never make it to shore. The three of us -- Lily and Akira are with me -- we saw Zenobius leave his post. He seemed... Distraught. Without any way to guide their boats through this mist, the storm, and those creatures in the water...
[His expression draws tight with concern.]
We must save them.
((ooc: this post is in regards to lily, joker, and anduin's plot roll. threadjacking is more than welcome for all!))
There is a ship.
[Anduin does not waste time with niceties. There is no time for niceties. He frowns, a troubled look on his face, as behind him Lily and Joker converse with one another beside one of the telescopes.]
It's caught in the storm and headed this way. Zenobius -- signaled them over?
[He shakes his head, as if to clear a thought (they don't have time to question that now but also what is the purpose of this lighthouse?) and strengthens his resolve.]
They'll never make it to shore. The three of us -- Lily and Akira are with me -- we saw Zenobius leave his post. He seemed... Distraught. Without any way to guide their boats through this mist, the storm, and those creatures in the water...
[His expression draws tight with concern.]
We must save them.
((ooc: this post is in regards to lily, joker, and anduin's plot roll. threadjacking is more than welcome for all!))
un : deft hand of little deaths (voice)
Nov. 25th, 2021 06:44 pmscrapgege--Ow! You don't need to kick me, I'm leaving!
[There's the sound of someone getting up and straightening their clothes and dusting themselves off before starting to walk at a good pace.]
Well, that wasn't very nice.
I know some people offered rooms up in the palace for those of us who were assigned to Macaluso, but I am more used to living in more modest accommodation, and there are a lot of empty houses in the Southern district and people who still need help down there, so I'll be heading there to settle down for now.
Maybe I'll get to hear what the people think of what is happening right now, too, but quite honestly they... don't feel as panicked as I would expect people to be given everything that happened. I wonder how much of that whole soul transfer thing they know about, if maybe this is like a story you tell people behind closed doors but don't speak of in the open...
If you need me, I won't be very far. And if anyone needs to lay low outside of the palace, you're welcome to join me.
... I promise I won't cook for you unless you really want me to.
[There's the sound of someone getting up and straightening their clothes and dusting themselves off before starting to walk at a good pace.]
Well, that wasn't very nice.
I know some people offered rooms up in the palace for those of us who were assigned to Macaluso, but I am more used to living in more modest accommodation, and there are a lot of empty houses in the Southern district and people who still need help down there, so I'll be heading there to settle down for now.
Maybe I'll get to hear what the people think of what is happening right now, too, but quite honestly they... don't feel as panicked as I would expect people to be given everything that happened. I wonder how much of that whole soul transfer thing they know about, if maybe this is like a story you tell people behind closed doors but don't speak of in the open...
If you need me, I won't be very far. And if anyone needs to lay low outside of the palace, you're welcome to join me.
... I promise I won't cook for you unless you really want me to.
lancifoliumYou've all already seen the message from Shen Qingqiu about how he and Eleven have been arrested, so I will skip the redundancies.
Wei Wuxian, Five, and I have been able to piece together that they were taken by Rigarda due to the failed weapons shipment they were tasked with last month, we've learned that the two of them and the weapons will be sent out of the city eastward to be delivered to the undead lords meant to be appeased on Taravast's behalf.
Given the chaos in the city at present, the suspicious eyes on our group, and the very heavy fortifications of Rigarda's mansion, we've decided to disguise ourselves and intercept the shipment of the weapons once it's out of the city. We intend to retrieve Shen Qingqiu and Eleven and flee without leaving any casualties, so the convoy can resume the rest of its delivery.
If anyone has heard anything from or about Eleven and Shen Qingqiu, or if you've got some skill with stunning or otherwise incapacitating people while in a rush, your help would be appreciated. We need to be as discrete as possible and do what we can so that our actions go unnoticed, I have no desire to end up in prison as well.
Otherwise, if you don't mind - if asked we were with you the whole time.
Wei Wuxian, Five, and I have been able to piece together that they were taken by Rigarda due to the failed weapons shipment they were tasked with last month, we've learned that the two of them and the weapons will be sent out of the city eastward to be delivered to the undead lords meant to be appeased on Taravast's behalf.
Given the chaos in the city at present, the suspicious eyes on our group, and the very heavy fortifications of Rigarda's mansion, we've decided to disguise ourselves and intercept the shipment of the weapons once it's out of the city. We intend to retrieve Shen Qingqiu and Eleven and flee without leaving any casualties, so the convoy can resume the rest of its delivery.
If anyone has heard anything from or about Eleven and Shen Qingqiu, or if you've got some skill with stunning or otherwise incapacitating people while in a rush, your help would be appreciated. We need to be as discrete as possible and do what we can so that our actions go unnoticed, I have no desire to end up in prison as well.
Otherwise, if you don't mind - if asked we were with you the whole time.
(text) un: man's greatest treasure
Nov. 20th, 2021 09:42 pmreparoHello, 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.
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.
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Nov. 12th, 2021 01:49 pmbearshermarkIf you need help, please ask for it. The people that care about you won't think less of you for it. They'll be relieved and honored that you trust them.
And if you think no one cares about you, you're wrong. I care about you. I'll look after you, if no one else will. I won't tell anyone.
Everyone can benefit from a little kindness sometimes. It's nothing shameful. There's too little of it here.
[General advice or one very specific call-out? who knows~]
And if you think no one cares about you, you're wrong. I care about you. I'll look after you, if no one else will. I won't tell anyone.
Everyone can benefit from a little kindness sometimes. It's nothing shameful. There's too little of it here.
[General advice or one very specific call-out? who knows~]
video — un: vast & furious.
Nov. 8th, 2021 12:28 pmvaleas( Last Emilia di Carlo was seen, she rode a thestral into the dark of night, with flowers burning in her hair and fury blazing in her eyes. Tonight, she looks somber and composed, her resolve no less steely for it. She sits at her desk, hair half braided into a coronet and the other half down in loose waves.
She's dressed practically, unlike when they're conforming to the city's fashions. )
I've gathered some donations from the nobility.
( Influence with the gentry (and their connections) helps, as does rich guilt. Emilia still takes great issue with everyone else being left to fend for themselves during the siege, but she decided to channel that anger into something productive. People need resources, not the consequences of her temper.
She'll need remember to do so on behalf of Vannozza. The siege doesn't, unfortunately, put an end to why they're here. )
I invite anyone that would like to help with its distribution to join me. Furthermore —
( Her brow furrows at the sudden commotion outside. The desk is close enough to the balcony that anyone who's decided to listen in is privy, as well. Much like the chimney debacle, really, except these are no protesters. No, these are two gentlemen suitors. And they bring ... poetry?
( We ride at dawn. )
She's dressed practically, unlike when they're conforming to the city's fashions. )
I've gathered some donations from the nobility.
( Influence with the gentry (and their connections) helps, as does rich guilt. Emilia still takes great issue with everyone else being left to fend for themselves during the siege, but she decided to channel that anger into something productive. People need resources, not the consequences of her temper.
She'll need remember to do so on behalf of Vannozza. The siege doesn't, unfortunately, put an end to why they're here. )
I invite anyone that would like to help with its distribution to join me. Furthermore —
( Her brow furrows at the sudden commotion outside. The desk is close enough to the balcony that anyone who's decided to listen in is privy, as well. Much like the chimney debacle, really, except these are no protesters. No, these are two gentlemen suitors. And they bring ... poetry?
( We ride at dawn. )
un: moonage daydream (audio)
Oct. 18th, 2021 01:59 pmlancifolium[ In a whisper: ] Wei Wuxian? Wrath? Can either of you hear me? I think I've found Hatisse. She's very far back, past the previous Doxes.
[ note: this is taking place pre-lockdown, centering around the outing sketched out here in the royal mausoleums. since these conversations are happening on the closed network, characters can eavesdrop and commentate. ]
[ note: this is taking place pre-lockdown, centering around the outing sketched out here in the royal mausoleums. since these conversations are happening on the closed network, characters can eavesdrop and commentate. ]
un: yuheng
Oct. 16th, 2021 04:20 pmwooden_oneIn 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.
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[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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Oct. 13th, 2021 09:38 pmdownswing
( Pictured: young master Lan, blood-drenched and saddled by five exceptionally rotund and angry chickens in a gondola that drifts merrily along one of the canals.
At his feet: a swarm of coins, a corset dress, and... pastries. Beside him, fettered and muffled, is a seemingly rabid undead, who sometimes remembers to kick at the rope-bound oar convulsively and row them onwards in the dusky horizon.
It appears master Lan has forgotten the art of blinking. Possibly, until he croaks out sound, that of speech: )
The witches. ( A pause, spanning a lifetime. He seems... to drift asleep? No. No, he's startling himself awake again: ) Answered. ( What did they say, Wangji, don't fall aslee — ) ...inquiry. pocket Lan Zhan Wangji's box was submerged in alcohol during transport. He has 'captured' one of the warehouse dead and... useless loot. Content warning: drunk Lan Wangji. )
username: lady of the willow tree | audio
Oct. 6th, 2021 09:57 pmaprescoup( She has long suffered, her great sigh speaks, every fool that's walked this world. ) ...you took more dead. Why are you like this? You want friends? I buy you friends. Three for five coin pieces, at the market. You are ugly, maybe I pay seven. And you are fools! No one likes you. I pay nine.
Pah! What is your luck? What is my luck? These other clapping seals in their little frills, with their little cakes and their little cups, they are playing their little games. And they come to me with messages. I I have the look of a saint now, who delivers word. How fortunate Karsa is. How grateful.
Look here. Pay attention. ( She spits out the words: ) First come the beggars, the Bessis. What is their puny fire worth now? I breathe hotter each morning. They ask for their captives, to hide their shame. Imagine! You kill, and you kill, and you kill, and then you keep your dead 'allies' like vermin, and it is not good, when you are found out. Who could have thought?
( And softer: ) The others. The Attaryl, for whom speaks the red woman, Vannozza. They want their dead. For burial. Ha! As if she will not use them to say, looooooooooooook! Look what my cousin's good friends! Look. But the witches... these are their dead.
So, talk, choose, and — ( The transmission seems to flicker, her voice first feeble, then doubled, then she shrieks: ) No. No. You do not dare, you do not presume, you do not, you fur-clad pink pig, you do not dare —
( But Karsa falls silent. To a quiet backdrop, broken only by a rhythmic drip, speaks undead Lord Anurr of Sa-Hareth — who has not been seen since arriving in Sa-Hareth. He seems to borrow the voices of multiple men, women and children, never settling on the one: )
H elLo Li TtlE FrIenD S. HoW Ha VE YoU Be EN? GoOD? Yo U ArE Go OD peOPlE.
Go oD ThIn Gs SHOUl D HaPpE N T o GoOd Peop Le. And GoO D EnDing S to Th Ose Who HAV e SuF f e Red LoN G.
N o? Y E s.
And Th E y havE SuFFer Ed, ThEse AtTa ryL. An D N oW ThEY WoU l D Be Use D aGA in?
No. So Man Y BuRNs. So ManY WA I Ls. I heAR ThE M FroM HerE.
GiVE Them To ME. Th E Y Will Be O U R BrothER sI n SA-HARE Th. Fr E e.
( As quickly as Anurr interrupted, his voice disappears. A long heartbeat's silence. By the time Karsa recovers command of her own transmission sorcery, she is quieter for it, rattled. )
You... that. That disgusting creature. That... well. Well, you heard him, didn't you? You heard him. Tell me what you wish done. You cannot have it all ways. Only one answer.
( ooc: the floor is yours, threadjack away, debate the fate of the six undead claimed in the Bessis tower disaster, plus the three previously weaponised by Wei Wuxian. Characters with 'ownership' of the dead get final say — please state it! All the undead will go to the petitioner with the highest number of votes. Haltham Anurr will not be answering any comments. )
Pah! What is your luck? What is my luck? These other clapping seals in their little frills, with their little cakes and their little cups, they are playing their little games. And they come to me with messages. I I have the look of a saint now, who delivers word. How fortunate Karsa is. How grateful.
Look here. Pay attention. ( She spits out the words: ) First come the beggars, the Bessis. What is their puny fire worth now? I breathe hotter each morning. They ask for their captives, to hide their shame. Imagine! You kill, and you kill, and you kill, and then you keep your dead 'allies' like vermin, and it is not good, when you are found out. Who could have thought?
( And softer: ) The others. The Attaryl, for whom speaks the red woman, Vannozza. They want their dead. For burial. Ha! As if she will not use them to say, looooooooooooook! Look what my cousin's good friends! Look. But the witches... these are their dead.
So, talk, choose, and — ( The transmission seems to flicker, her voice first feeble, then doubled, then she shrieks: ) No. No. You do not dare, you do not presume, you do not, you fur-clad pink pig, you do not dare —
( But Karsa falls silent. To a quiet backdrop, broken only by a rhythmic drip, speaks undead Lord Anurr of Sa-Hareth — who has not been seen since arriving in Sa-Hareth. He seems to borrow the voices of multiple men, women and children, never settling on the one: )
H elLo Li TtlE FrIenD S. HoW Ha VE YoU Be EN? GoOD? Yo U ArE Go OD peOPlE.
Go oD ThIn Gs SHOUl D HaPpE N T o GoOd Peop Le. And GoO D EnDing S to Th Ose Who HAV e SuF f e Red LoN G.
N o? Y E s.
And Th E y havE SuFFer Ed, ThEse AtTa ryL. An D N oW ThEY WoU l D Be Use D aGA in?
No. So Man Y BuRNs. So ManY WA I Ls. I heAR ThE M FroM HerE.
GiVE Them To ME. Th E Y Will Be O U R BrothER s
( As quickly as Anurr interrupted, his voice disappears. A long heartbeat's silence. By the time Karsa recovers command of her own transmission sorcery, she is quieter for it, rattled. )
You... that. That disgusting creature. That... well. Well, you heard him, didn't you? You heard him. Tell me what you wish done. You cannot have it all ways. Only one answer.
lancifoliumAs it's becoming more than obvious that there are many forces in play here in Taravast, and since there are a goodly number of us who have taken advantage of the resources available for research here in the city I wondered if we shouldn't get together and talk about everything that's happened and what we've learned.
I know some of us tried this back at the farm with some success, and I believe it's worth trying again.
If you'd like to come to have some tea and compare notes - maybe see if there's some overlap that might be helpful, there's a tavern on the far end of the artist district called The Ruby's Arms. The owner, Annunziata (Nunzio if you're on good terms) is quite deaf and not all there, and his establishment is very quiet. We'll be able to use his back room with little trouble and I'm prepared to charm the space to prevent what we say from being overheard.
I'll be there about an hour before dusk this evening.
I know some of us tried this back at the farm with some success, and I believe it's worth trying again.
If you'd like to come to have some tea and compare notes - maybe see if there's some overlap that might be helpful, there's a tavern on the far end of the artist district called The Ruby's Arms. The owner, Annunziata (Nunzio if you're on good terms) is quite deaf and not all there, and his establishment is very quiet. We'll be able to use his back room with little trouble and I'm prepared to charm the space to prevent what we say from being overheard.
I'll be there about an hour before dusk this evening.
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Sep. 27th, 2021 09:03 pmbearshermarkThis dragon greatly resembles Boreal Serpents I've encountered. There are a few differences, but they're otherwise quite similar- particularly in shape and elemental affinity.
Seeing as a number of us seem keen on returning it to the ocean as originally promised, I think we can agree it's in everyone's interest to calm it first before any further damage is done.
[A breath, then barreling through the rest with the grit of someone fully expecting an argument]
..So, I'm going to try and put it to sleep. I don't fully expect this to work, and I don't expect it to work swiftly, but all we need to do is calm its mind enough to work with. It's otherwise proven itself to be an intelligent creature.
But this will take time to manage. In the meantime, it has the body of a serpent: strong, scaled, and greatly flexible. Straying close isn't wise or likely terribly effective with ordinary weapons. Held at range and distracted would be ideal.
..As such however, this only has a chance to work with assistance.
Seeing as a number of us seem keen on returning it to the ocean as originally promised, I think we can agree it's in everyone's interest to calm it first before any further damage is done.
[A breath, then barreling through the rest with the grit of someone fully expecting an argument]
..So, I'm going to try and put it to sleep. I don't fully expect this to work, and I don't expect it to work swiftly, but all we need to do is calm its mind enough to work with. It's otherwise proven itself to be an intelligent creature.
But this will take time to manage. In the meantime, it has the body of a serpent: strong, scaled, and greatly flexible. Straying close isn't wise or likely terribly effective with ordinary weapons. Held at range and distracted would be ideal.
..As such however, this only has a chance to work with assistance.
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Aug. 15th, 2021 02:33 ambearshermarkHow does a farmer become rich suddenly? I don't think I've ever heard a story like that before. At least not without marriage. All I can think is either I have a noblewoman as a wife or I got real lucky playing slots when I left for the city. I'm not sure what's more believable.
I was also mistaken for a ferryman when I was steering a gondola the other day while wearing a different mask. It's kind of nice, so I think I'll keep at it for an hour or two a night. I thought it might be helpful if two people from opposite sides need to meet in person for a little while.
-Eleven
I was also mistaken for a ferryman when I was steering a gondola the other day while wearing a different mask. It's kind of nice, so I think I'll keep at it for an hour or two a night. I thought it might be helpful if two people from opposite sides need to meet in person for a little while.
-Eleven
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Aug. 10th, 2021 04:53 pmchaoswitch( she sounds tired as she turns on the device, easing her way through the new item. )
These devices are strange... ( she mutters, then remembering herself- )
I was hoping anyone might recognize the name Avengers. ( there's a pause, then a sigh. ) I don't know if I'd be so lucky to have any of them here.
But that's not all the help I need. ( there's the sound of heavy swallowing. ) I woke in the canyon a day ago. There were dead things everywhere. They... did something to me. Now I can't get the smell of death off me. Karsa already sent me to bathe twice.
Does anyone have any experience with this? I'd appreciate any help offered...
These devices are strange... ( she mutters, then remembering herself- )
I was hoping anyone might recognize the name Avengers. ( there's a pause, then a sigh. ) I don't know if I'd be so lucky to have any of them here.
But that's not all the help I need. ( there's the sound of heavy swallowing. ) I woke in the canyon a day ago. There were dead things everywhere. They... did something to me. Now I can't get the smell of death off me. Karsa already sent me to bathe twice.
Does anyone have any experience with this? I'd appreciate any help offered...
audio | un: xianxian of yunmeng jiang
Jul. 27th, 2021 08:27 amweifinderBear!? Bear! There was a bear in the bath!
( So comes this startled and startling shout, as elsewhere in camp, Wei Wuxian is (unfortunately) streaking past in damp, confused glory, a bear of arctic composure lumbering after him, soap bar still in mouth. Come back! He was just handing the soap over, he wanted to help! )
( So comes this startled and startling shout, as elsewhere in camp, Wei Wuxian is (unfortunately) streaking past in damp, confused glory, a bear of arctic composure lumbering after him, soap bar still in mouth. Come back! He was just handing the soap over, he wanted to help! )
un: any fin is possible (audio & text)
Jul. 21st, 2021 07:27 pmlancifoliumWhile I doubt any of us expected it to be an especially happy one, I believe I’ve learned a piece of the ending to the story of our ghostly escort and the lady he gathered an army to rescue. Drawing from my notes in part and for those of you who might be making your own, I'll switch to writing this out.
[ Nevermind the prying ears, and how fed up she is with getting the third degree from the ghosts. ]
My friend the soldier has found peace - entirely due to the help of Wei Wuxian, but before going off to rest, he spoke to us about what happened when the army reached Taravast. Given the circumstances, I don’t have his recollection written down word-for-word, but this is what I wrote down as soon as I was able to:
Arha’s army was bound for Taravast to take the lady Hatisse from her Attaryl sisters during a time of conflict with the Bessis. The lady Hatisse told Lord Arha that she would open the gates so that his forces could slip into Taravast. They arrived to find the gates shut, and both sects of witches on the wall, raining down fire, tar, and arrows.
He mentioned seeing the lady Hatisse on the wall, and the last thing he had to say on the matter stuck out to me - he said he saw her and met her eye, “it’s long hurt, burning, but she watched me through it.” This stuck out to me. It almost sounds as though her eye were an object, or that she only had one eye.
I know at least one of you that I've spoken with encountered pictures of an eye when you were pulled into the caverns beyond the walls, and I can't help but wonder if it's related, and what it could mean. If her eye is an object, and it’s still in Taravast, it would be wise to know before we arrive, particularly if it’s something dangerous (my friend did say her eye burned) and still in someone’s possession.
[ Nevermind the prying ears, and how fed up she is with getting the third degree from the ghosts. ]
My friend the soldier has found peace - entirely due to the help of Wei Wuxian, but before going off to rest, he spoke to us about what happened when the army reached Taravast. Given the circumstances, I don’t have his recollection written down word-for-word, but this is what I wrote down as soon as I was able to:
Arha’s army was bound for Taravast to take the lady Hatisse from her Attaryl sisters during a time of conflict with the Bessis. The lady Hatisse told Lord Arha that she would open the gates so that his forces could slip into Taravast. They arrived to find the gates shut, and both sects of witches on the wall, raining down fire, tar, and arrows.
He mentioned seeing the lady Hatisse on the wall, and the last thing he had to say on the matter stuck out to me - he said he saw her and met her eye, “it’s long hurt, burning, but she watched me through it.” This stuck out to me. It almost sounds as though her eye were an object, or that she only had one eye.
I know at least one of you that I've spoken with encountered pictures of an eye when you were pulled into the caverns beyond the walls, and I can't help but wonder if it's related, and what it could mean. If her eye is an object, and it’s still in Taravast, it would be wise to know before we arrive, particularly if it’s something dangerous (my friend did say her eye burned) and still in someone’s possession.
voice; [un: sprite bulb]
Jul. 19th, 2021 12:31 pmbearshermarkAh... I just want to assure anyone who might be concerned that I'm not missing.
[Hendrik, mostly, but other people who might have noticed that he doesn't appear to be with the caravan today]
I know where I am, and I'm uninjured. I've gotten one of Fox's tattoos, so if that changes, it'll become apparent.
[Because that's not at all worrying. He definitely doesn't sound nervous and a little stressed.
Metal rattles, like shifting chains. Another sound, akin to burbling liquid. Oh look, a distraction]
This is also going to sound strange, but I think the tar I've been working to collect has been following me? It doesn't seem like anyone else has noticed, but it's now taken the form of- of.. well, a tree.
..I've touched it, so I don't think it's an illusion, but I don't know what else to make of it.
[ooc: alluding to these shenanigans though El will be reticent about his (temporary) captivity to avoid stirring potential conflict]
[Hendrik, mostly, but other people who might have noticed that he doesn't appear to be with the caravan today]
I know where I am, and I'm uninjured. I've gotten one of Fox's tattoos, so if that changes, it'll become apparent.
[Because that's not at all worrying. He definitely doesn't sound nervous and a little stressed.
Metal rattles, like shifting chains. Another sound, akin to burbling liquid. Oh look, a distraction]
This is also going to sound strange, but I think the tar I've been working to collect has been following me? It doesn't seem like anyone else has noticed, but it's now taken the form of- of.. well, a tree.
..I've touched it, so I don't think it's an illusion, but I don't know what else to make of it.
[ooc: alluding to these shenanigans though El will be reticent about his (temporary) captivity to avoid stirring potential conflict]
audio | un: wei laozu
Jul. 17th, 2021 07:52 pmweifinderHey, hey, a little bird told me—truly little, only about the size of a bear or two—there are all these little bits of letters raining down with the rest of destruction, so help me figure something out:
Friends, fellow not-of-this-worlders, what did the loving letter bits you pick up say?
Friends, fellow not-of-this-worlders, what did the loving letter bits you pick up say?
