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( 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. )

bravelyrunsaway

An outside mystery for you all! The wolves here aren't natural, and where the village children leave supplies at those cabins in the woods — around there smells of wolves, children, and adults. Human adults. Ever seen any venture out that way? I haven't.

If you care more about domestic mysteries, here at the estate the fireplace and feasting hall stink of bloodshed and all the emotional reasons one might have for it.

Not related, but terrible nonetheless, Julien refused even the idea of himself and his prince joined by a third in the bedroom. Pulled a Wrath and everything, cold, snippy, jealous, downright possessive. Which can be fun under certain circumstances, but might be a warning to all of you who've only seen his apparent sweetness.

bravelyrunsaway

Good whatever time it should be, loves, a question for you.

I've half a scroll from the Dawns Reach Trading Company, those lighting struck merchant fools. It says, in poor penmenship and inking, "All debts repaid. We know." Drew lines under the 'know' and everything.

Lisanther wants these things, but this is only half a torn scroll, and I wouldn't trust that company of merchants further than I could toss a mountain.

Thoughts?

cosplayqueen

[A very tired teenager waves at the camera. As usual, she's got a smile on her face. Apparently a lack of sleep, murders, and run in with another crazy person isn't enough to ruin her mood. Kamala Khan everyone.] Hi, guys! Stuff has been super crazy, huh? I'm 90% sure we saved the day so yay! Another win for the team! Great job, guys!

[Those who know her or maybe just have a good ability to read people may pick up on the fact she seems nervous. She keeps chatting away like nothing is the matter.] Irenia is back too! Isn't that awesome? And I got food for us! Look... [She moves her pendant around to show a collection of dead wildlife, berries, etc.] I've been asking around for help preparing this stuff because yeahhhh city girl. No clue how you do this! If you want to help out, please and thank you? There's a lot of it and I know we've all been super hungry for what feels like forever. As far as I'm concerned everyone should eat as much as they can once we get it all cooked and stuff.

[Her eyes dart from side to side. Kamala clears her throat.] You might be wondering how I pulled this off and if you're not? I guess click off? But, yeah.... so I may have been carrying around a doll that belonged to someone else's daughter from a couple of places back? He told me his name is Matthias. I returned it to him because hey I'm not a jerk. It belonged to his daughter so it should go back to him.

He gave me this food in return or I guess his undead friends did. Not going to lie, pretty scary stuff. But, that's how I got the food. We talked about some other stuff too. His home world, Ellethia, and what he used to do for a living when his daughter was alive. His hot take on the whole undead thing. It really got me thinking about their deal. He seemed to know a lot about it.

And you know just out of curiosity, what do we know about the undead? Share if you want since I know we have bigger problems right now. I'm mostly worried about this food going bad.

private to Five and Allison

So, don't panic, but I may or may not be in danger here. Can we talk? About everything? This is pretty much the safe version of what happened. I don't want to freak out the the others, but if I were a questionable guy who didn't get their way just now? I'd totally go after you guys first since spoilers you're my favorite people! And Emilia, but seriously I've seen Emilia in action. I feel sorry for anyone who tries to hurt her to get to me. So yeah. We should talk.

bravelyrunsaway

Afternoon, loves, this is for the lot of us chaotic companions heading eastward, ever east.

( he claps his hands. )

The good king Deimar is so thoroughly certain of everyone's inevitable death, his in particular, that we had a nice, terrible conversation about his elder brother. One Haiva, you know him?

( a pause, waiting for people to take that name in. )

I'll make it short. Unpoetic. Haiva fell in lust with a siren, murdered her when her people's cure was not conveniently provided at his whim, framed Rathakku for it, and convinced his uncle, cousin, and a number of paladins to declare a holy war on the sirens. They're demons, you know. Who've largely been slaughtered. The remainder are, apparently, summoning the creature that has killed those who look like him. These Reaper murders.

Those who care for Emilia or Caitlyn, keep them from Haiva's gaze after Alem falls. If you don't understand why Deimar's hands are tied after having covered twice for his brother, I'm not the one to break down politics for you. They're poor bedmates.

vdovy

BACKDATED TO FEBRUARY 13TH

[ As soon as she is dismissed by the king, Yelena hurries to find a hidden corner of the fortress from which to broadcast. When the video starts, she looks flushed and sounds slightly out of breath, as if she was just running. ]

First of all, I must thank whichever one of you tipped off the king about the anonymous message claiming he sold us to Rathakku. He accused me of plotting his assassination so that was fun.

[ She glares into her stopwatch communicator, unamused. ] Maybe loop me in next time, yes?

[ A dismissive wave of her hand before she moves on to the real reason for this video. ]

We had an interesting conversation. Of all of us, I have probably spent the most time around Deimar. I do not believe he has sold us to Rathakku. I can't get into the details but I am asking everyone to please trust my judgment. I am not easy to convince.

More importantly, whether or not we've been sold is the least of our worries. There is something in Alem that Rathakku is after. Something he wants even more than hell itself. We need to figure out what it is and keep it from him.

I am also worried for Cle-Florens. I don't think her safety is Alem's priority. [ That's her delicate way of saying the poor girl has shitty brothers. ] We need to find a way to keep her protected.

Okay, I think that's everything. Bye! [ Another wave of her hand, this one much friendlier, and then the video goes dark. ]

inferus

( The video opens on the largest fissure in the Room of Seals, revealing the stairs that lead into the dark. Black eyes dart into view and then fade. The imagery shifts to the many other cracks filling the room. Wrath speaks, voice hard and ancient in the way of war: )

This version of Hell grows more restless by the hour. The dark water we've encountered before infects it. Every act of violence and rage, every death and spirit feed it further.

( Wrath's hand dips into the largest fissure. The dark liquid smoke pouring out of it wraps around his palm and the length of his arm. As if greeting an old, almost-familiar friend. He spreads his palm out and the smoke obeys, skittering back in through the crack.

The temperature in the room dips then. Ice pours from him across and within the fissure, sealing it. The ice continues to spread from his point of contact across the floor and walls, spilling into the hallway. The ground quakes as he pushes back against the power attempting to shove its way out.

The video then turns to Wrath: his gold eyes flash with anger, with violence that he pulls back within himself. His jaw locks as he surveys the room. )

...this will not hold long. These fissures will split the room open, but we may buy them time to replenish their forces and allow for more of their people to escape.

If you have magic or power, if you are capable of guarding and sending messages in the days to come, go to the Room of Seals. I will be waiting.

bravelyrunsaway

Hello, loves, bit of an update for those of you tracking after whatever has been tying white string around wrists and leaving all sorts of young males dead since before we arrived. Whatever killed Valtaz wasn't human, wasn't natural. The scent it left on him is the same one down I tracked down that new stair, back to the lakes in Gut's Bind.

Go take a look at what dead creature turned up on the shore. Whatever killed Vataz also killed that thing. Smells oily, burns the nose like some paints do.

( he sounds disturbed, but also: really, wants people to go look at the lake. his nose is a bit burnt out for the moment. )

chosenbylight

[Anduin appears over the broadcast, his face set in a grim expression. It isn’t clear at first where he is, but something is clearly wrong. The air around him is filled with the sound of falling rubble, and the anguished cries of injured men.]

There has been–

[He’s jostled by a group of people who run by, a frantic sense of urgency to their movement. Anduin’s attention drops from his broadcast for a moment, the pendant falling to his chest as he runs to join them. The base of one of the watch towers is just visible in the background as it moves. It seems they are attempting to rescue a man who has been trapped beneath a pile of debris.]

Hold! Lift that beam, I will pull him clear! On my count! One, two, three!

[The men move together as one, struggling to lever a large wooden pillar off the top of the pile. Once it has shifted enough, Anduin murmurs a spell, and a pair of golden wings appear on the injured man, dragging him out of the rubble to land gently at Anduin’s feet. Anduin bends, the bright light of a healing spell filling the pendant’s frame.] He needs further healing. Bring him over to--

[A terrible noise sounds in the background. The sound of something large crashing into stone, and the groan of ensuing collapse. All of the men in the foreground freeze, their attention turned up toward the tower above as the sound of screaming begins. Stones crash to the ground around them and Anduin turns to look himself just in time to fling his hands up and cast – a pair of men gently levitating down, cradled in a soft golden light, where moments ago they were falling.

When at last he has the time to address the pendant directly once more, his expression is as stone, his voice just as hard.]

The Northern Watch Tower is falling. Any hands that can be spared for civilian rescue. Triage. Healers that can be spared from areas of the fortress. We need your aid on the ground. Here, now.

[He cannot do this on his own.]

((ooc: replies will be distracted from Anduin for obvious reasons BUT if you’re on the Northern Tower or are planning to take up his call for assistance, feel free to set up an action thread for such purposes!))

blackscales

For those particularly in the southern tower, assisting with the frost wrym, the small issue of gravity has been discussed. I can enchant items to slow your descent, either involuntary from the tower itself or -- as your preference -- onto the wrym should you so choose. They are not intended as single use, but depending on the quality of my reagents there may be periods where it requires time to recharge. Gemstones usually hold the most effective enchantments, but the setting can be... personalised to suit requirements

If you can find another constructive use beyond the frost wyrm, I am willing to make several. I have not seen the harpies personally, but should their tactics include aggressive attempts to unseat members of that tower, and falling is a risk... the same offer applies.

I will need decent quality stones to hold the enchantment and allow it to be used repeatedly, and potentially other ingredients. I believe some of our party has access to the mines and merchants, so any assistance with sourcing supplies would be appreciated.

On a separate note, Deimar's missing paramour: I recently learned that when she rode out of the city, her pursuer was on a horse from the royal stables. Dressed well, with long fair hair but a poor rider. Something to keep in mind.

[ ooc: Please drop a comment if you are interested in a slow fall trinket so I can keep track, as there's a limit to how many he will make! Not limited to tower members only, nor dragon assistants only -- although his initial instinct was to help with Irenia. If you'd like to have your character ask but prefer OOCly not to have one that can easily work. Also open to any OOC questions or planning on that post! ]

incantates

[ Please enjoy the communication-enabling device magically hovering in the air and capturing Magnus as he wriggles something that looks awfully dragon-eye shaped at the screen. It's 30cm of pure what the fuck. ]

Oh, don't mind me showing up uninvited in the middle of dinner. I just felt I should make a follow-up report to all interested parties on our recent expedition to the Sibilant Sands –courtesy of one depressed dragon lord named Cain, a plucky group of fellow curious minds, and a beautiful Shadowhunter who had to pick through bones with me for hours. I had my skepticism about dropping in on a pair of advertised coordinates with little planning, but, you know, I'm an adventurer at heart.

[ Lucky for him and everyone else who joined, it worked out about as well as mysterious expeditions into creepy wastelands could work out. ]

So... curious thing about this eye! Apparently, the magic imbued within makes it easier for the owner to parse through whatever illusory enchantments have been running amuck in Serthica. How did I learn this? Well, I advise you look away now if you're faint of stomach.

[ Magnus keeps his grip on the eye with one hand and uses the other to magically produce a small visual replica of what he'd witnessed in the form of a floating, nearly transparent screen, reflecting exactly what Magnus saw when he positioned the eye on the dragons that were loaned to them by Cain, who were brimming with good health, versus Lethe, who was... well, definitely not alive. ]

...Not pretty, I know, but it could have some practical applications on how we move forward unraveling the great mysteries of this world.

[ At least, he hopes. ]

blackscales

I see we have plenty of new faces. Welcome to Serthica, if you're lucky the stay will be brief.

[ It's not exactly a fun and enjoyable time. Anyway: ]

I've been looking into our friend the White Wanderer. Those newest among us may recall him present during what they called the 'Unwinding', dressed in white while handling tea and a small child. Recently, he was mentioned by our guide the Merchant himself -- a comparison of his attire to the Ellethia uniform. I had confirmed the White Wanderer was here a few years ago, in the Mouse House, just after the 'coal sick' ended. Perhaps a few days after, implying he may have been around during the 'curing' of it in the city proper. With the recent confirmation of his Ellethia uniform, and Ma'am Mariol informing me she thinks he had a daughter he recently lost, he does indeed seem to be a former member of the Institute in Ellethia.

Given we found the familiar symbol of Ellethia (an eye with a sun) in the Remembrance headquarters I'd say this all ties together that our White Wanderer was involved in what is happening. Animating mannequins with dark water, as Remembrance seems to be doing, certainly fits the scientific intrigue of Ellethia -- although if this is misuse of whatever he began we cannot say yet.

What I'd like to know, from those here before me, is this: think back. We've evidence of this figure in Ke-Waihu. Was there any mention of them before? A white-clad figure, in Taravast? In any location the Merchant took you before? Have you seen the symbol of Ellethia, the eye with a sun, anywhere? These things might have not been noteworthy before, not part of a pattern, but I've begun to believe we're following a trail here.

For our new members: worth noting, Ellethia is where our guide the Merchant previously lived and worked, trading technical equipment and wards. It's of interest if our guide is following an old colleague, and taking us along. Ellethia's Institute was attempting to 'cure' the problem of mortality, the detail of which we are somewhat lacking. It seems to have involved mirrors, dark powers, and it did not end well -- that much we know. Given most places we arrive, things are going poorly, a recurring figure with ties there is of note.

Lastly: our raven master companion mentions Vassarizhia. I'm increasingly convinced the clock tower itself is related to everything happening here. The cities rotate at certain times, but large scale events also happen at them. The Unwinding, most recently, right as the clock struck six. We were told the beacon is in the clock tower and would light within months, when the clock is due its annual winding. Given it presumably just 'unwound', and caused all this, I'm hoping access to the clock will allow us answers to the parts of this puzzle we are missing -- as well as a route out.

makemeasong

[ Clara's sitting as privately as it's going to get in the Mouse House, still a little breathless. Not from exertion, but from realizing she might've heard something she shouldn't. She can't know for sure, but her gut tells her it's important. Her first instinct is to find the Doctor and tell him, but she'd done the first thing he'd asked her not to and wandered off. As always.

In need of semi-fresh air, she'd waited until he was busy talking to someone else before quickly excusing herself, walking away before the Doctor could protest. She'd walked a few blocks toward the ports when she'd overheard a small group talking about a person named Cain. The way the apparent co-workers tensed and glared at her when spotted, made her feel as if the complaining hadn't been meant to be heard by anyone, not just her. Back inside, she's decided to share what she overheard when she doesn't spot the Doctor right away. Whipping out her new device she takes a minute or two to understand how it works before her face pops up on the screen. ]

Hullo, I'm Clara. Met some of you during the [ Her free hand waves around vaguely. ] events. I'm not sure what is and isn't important here, but a talking fox told me I needed to make tea to get out of a murder house, so who am I to decide what everyone should or shouldn't know?

[ Either someone tells her not to worry about it, or she's given out something everyone needs to know. She should really wait for the Doctor, but there's no going back now that she's announced it. ]

Went outside and overheard two people talking about someone named Cain do..brick? [ She can't quite remember how it was pronounced, but hopefully, she's close enough. ] They've done something to make an employer angry enough to hit an employee after getting off the phone with Cain. Something about an offer involving parts and grease for Minaras and Eidris. There was more, but I'm not sure if this means anything or not. The people talking about it got pretty upset when they saw me, so I thought it might be worth mentioning.

[ There's a pause as she decides to wrap things up. ]

In case none of this matters, quick question. If you've met the Doctor, what was your first impression, please? [ There's a quick, cheeky and teasing smile that suggests knowing him before the video ends. ]

sansdoute

( Irrespective of faction, enjoy a first-hand look at infamous Eidris dragon warlord Cain d'Ubiq — young-sounding, frazzled, distracted. Behind him, a rare martial dragon sprawls out. )

...hello? No one's spoken to me, I'm... I'm who they send. When it's... when everything's gone to... when there's a need for fire. I'm who they send. Cain d'Ubiq. I ride with Praxeus. ( The dragon peeks up a broad head, then calmly descends it. )

It was... the girl. The fair-haired one. She went to Remembrance. Didn't you? Winnie? Hello? Couldn't... couldn't stop laughing. So they remembered and — turns out more people with... interesting... passports entered Serthica when she did. You did. All of you. It's how we found — ...well. Well, I haven't told them. Him, Chrichter. He's... got a temper. You didn't help it, ruining his people's home. The walls. You took... where did they go? You took all of them? The dolls out of their house. He won't like that. But I think, if you're going to playing his game, there's something you should know.

( A sound between a bitter chuckle and a sob. ) ...no. You won't believe it if — ...no one does. You'll have to see. Some of you went with me, didn't you? Flying. I remember. You were... you didn't delay us. In the Sibilant Sands. Do you know why we call them that? When we flew together, we were lucky with the weather. Even though someone said it'd sour, it — sometimes, whirlwinds rise, and it sound like great hissing and — .

..look. 51.481° N, 3.4694° E. Go there. I've sent a few dragons to the ports. You'll find... bones. Fallen dragon bones. Hollowed. From the... from five years ago. You'll find them. They're always... there was no way. To take them back after the war, they were too heavy. And there are scales. Left over. Should be, one or two — ... at least one dragon eye. They turn almost to stone, when they've fallen. If you want to peek, take a scale. If you want to see... bring an eye back. It's all I'll say. You have to see it.

( ooc: Cain will answer here and there, but check out this handy post, if you want to take part in this optional quest. )

bravelyrunsaway

'lo, loves, how're you managing with all the littles crawling all over and shrieking like proper nestlings?

( he doesn't really care how everyone's doing. he doesn't dislike children, he just gets antsy and needs time away due to reasons no one needs to understand. )

Right, those of you looking for a bit of a walk around, we're low on lamp oil. Not just here at the lovely madams, but at the neighbouring homes. I'm heading out to track down what untended, forgotten oil we can find come midday. Anyone care to join?

( a second noted reference after a pause: )

How do you change what it says here for telling who you are to the rest of our merry band of misfits?

( ooc: see the related plot info here! i'll get a log post up at the end of the week. )

blackscales

[ Wrathion reporting in with another scheme, this time one he needs assistance with. ]

Myself, Licyn and Moran were among those who assisted the Lady Arabella to safety during the summit. She discarded a key along the way that her assistant was attempting to give her, claiming it wasn't hers. On inspection this key is old, greasy, and has the phrase 'wake up' engraved into it. A meaningful message, I assume, like the one delivered to her previously with flowers. The key itself appears to be from the Ubiq factory in Eidris, which I have managed to gain myself an invite to tour after some trouble. I have a suspicion the key is for a winding mechanism, perhaps a clock given the engraved phrase. Regardless, it doesn't fit the style of a door or window key.

Licyn and the Doctor managed to track the grease on the key to the Mouse House. We have an idea of where it might have been, now we need to learn exactly what the key is for.

If you have the time, a useful role involving factories, gears, winding mechanisms and the like, and would care to join me on such a tour do let me know. I suspect this will help us piece together the bigger picture of what is happening here. Someone attempted to give Arabella this key for a reason, and understanding what it is for will help unlock why.

[ ooc: some info is available on things they might find already, but we can always ask more! ]

blackscales

[ un: black prince | audio ]

[ It's been days since the kraken first appeared and half of them were forced to commandeer ships to escape. Some might have already figured out why the danger seems to be receding, however slowly, and so there really isn't any need for some big announcement. Certainly not a whole-ass debate over what to do with a magical object that summoned this mess and nearly dragged them down to the bottom of the ocean.

Some would disagree, and one such red-eyed prince insisted on hunting down an old man who thought they'd settled this already.

The feed that starts is audio only, but the clear sound of Wrathion's voice is easily recognisable. He appears to be talking to someone else, and although his tone is neutral enough anyone who has spoken to him at length can likely discern the faint note of irritation in his choice of wording. ]

This... artefact is alive, dangerous. The mermaids are drawn to it. The wards on the box I have secured it back inside contain it, to some degree, but not entirely. I would still have preferred it destroyed, but if you are so insistent on keeping it I must strongly recommend people are aware it travels with us. This party now has two mysteriously living body parts. You don't consider that a concern they deserve to be made aware of?

[ The voice that answers is, for those that recognise it, Five. He does not sound in the best of moods. ]

There's nothing to say. I told you already, we don't know what happens if we destroy it. We don’t need to make this any more complicated, so the best option is to keep it hidden until we figure this out. [ A pause and his tone gets sharper. ] Trust me, I've —

[ At this point, Five notices Wrathion is recording him when he starts to hear an echo. There's a muffled "really?" and a long silence when the device shuts off. When it turns back on several minutes later they seem to have reached an agreement, and Five's voice suddenly sounds clearer. ]

[ un: ut malum pluvia | audio ]

You might have noticed that we're all still alive. We called off Vane's mission, the magic tongue he used to unleash the undead armada is sealed away safely, and everything should be fine.

[ There. All the relevant details. Happy, Wrathion? ]

Congratulations, we won. Now can we get the hell out of here?

bravelyrunsaway

( toward the evening, in a lackadaisical manner, Licyn tackles his immense dislike of magic, which is what these searing pendants are, to offer up...

... not terribly much, but he has to start somewhere, being off contract and not able to speak with those who he might contract with in order to get back to whatever disaster Rillin was left facing. therefore: )

Evenin', loves. Had myself a bit of a gander between the ships, in all the chaos we've been up to or trying not to die of. Noticed a few things. Not sure if they're telling anything more interesting than mermaids and cursed seas and wailing dead and a whale of an island swimming off, so here we are.

( his smile is practically audible now. )

Our lovely lady Pariah is so new you can smell the paint and oil of her finishing. Meanwhile, a certain scent I've encountered before is lurking around on our adoring matron the Queen Zanyra. Any of you familiar with drugs taken to calm the mind and set you dreaming? Our Queen is lightly taken to the flower dreams.

wooden_one

I need someone who has some skill in medicine making. I need a medicine I brought with me replicated.

I will compensate you for your time.

It is not urgent.

[It is a little bit urgent? Not right now but soon...but is he going to say that? Of course not.]

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