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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?

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?

valeas

( Wei Wuxian and Emilia are perched up on a tall building.

Two dragons act as their wind buffers — recent arrivals from Serthica, for those who remember the fissured citadel. The narration feels compelled to stress that despite the buffering in question, the hair of these characters billows fabulously behind them, even as they look a bit rundown.

Emilia's anger has smoldered away somewhat, a low murmur in the background. )

Yesterday, a soldier of the Hand requested Wei Wuxian and I demonstrate hand-to-hand combat for the new recruits of the army. These recruits were ferocious, unpredictable, and ... eerily good at mimicry.

Their handlers were frightened of them.

After this session concluded, we were offered a 'booster' to replenish our strength. We refused, as we learned it was essentially diluted black water. The same black waters that resurrected the dead in the arena today.

weifinder

( at speaking volume, head pounding, he offers a just shy of chipper address to everyone on network, in their ragtag group and those tied into it peripherally, over the scattered memories empathy left him with: )

Had a moment or two in the formerly living Tavernus's head. The sorts of lingering regrets a person has, and all that. How a man, before he learned to drown in drink, finds himself in uniform taking reports from farmers who say "it cannot go on further" as their wives and children grow more frightened. Screams heard in the distance, and Tavernus tells the farmers to leave, to keep wrestling "it" from the ground and taking it "to the granaries." The same place he directs a frightened solider to bring a summoned legion, with a sigh.

( A cluck of his tongue. )

Years later, how a different regret slides in around the alcohol he's drowning himself in on the pleas of his brother, Narula. Begging him to stop, stop the drinking and whatever else he's indulging, to return to the Hand. Tavernus slurs his own feelings about that, how it was Narula and his Hand that led him to this path to try and forget, before he rouses himself to hasten Narula's exit. Still looking like the soldier he'd been once, back when the farmers were complaining about what they were harvesting and storing in the granaries.

( His tone shifts now, less in the cadence of one sharing a story, a memory, and more of one opening a conversation. Like there aren't echoes of a very different set of circumstances he finds in the words of another man's memories, and maybe he doesn't: maybe he's long since learned to let go. )

Strange crops all around. What lingers out of them that's here today, that Tavernus couldn't live with remembering?

weifinder

In further Lumberjack related deductions between Lockwood and myself: our local ghosts were cultivated by the ladies of the lake after a strange woman and the dead appeared. As Wrath and several others have indicated, this is likely the Huntress, historically. Hatisse advises she's left something of herself behind to fuel what's happening.

The Lumberjack sincerely does not wish to disappoint the ladies of the lake. What he acts for has that in mind, ah? Not to speak on the rest of our haunts. How many of us continue our nightly hauntings?

weifinder

( The recording shows a small toad, black and red and gold, sitting in the palm of one hand. In another hand a brilliant emerald green toad is held, pointed in the direction of the smaller toad.

The smaller toad shifts to look "toward" the display, lifting up on front legs to address the one recording by pendant. )

I don't want to kiss the toad, Lan Zhan! Hnnngh.

( The toad, who spoke in Wei Wuxian's voice, shifts his legs and tiny bulk back around to stare down the larger toad. Who inflates its throat and offers a long, wheezing croak. )

Ugh. Fine. For the sake of proving this works before anyone else suffers through this —

( He abruptly leaps forward, smashing his small toad face into the larger toad's face. How does one kiss a toad when one has no notably amount of lip? Both Wei Toadxian's front feet plaster against the larger toad's face, attempting to keep the other toad respectable. Holding the awkward position for excruciating seconds. He falls backward, kicking off the other toad, to flop back into Lan Wangji's open palm. )

Was that long enough? I don't —

( Abruptly the image shakes with a yelp of Wei Wuxian's surprise as the screen is filled with pale flesh, mud, and the sudden forward falling scramble of a man who has now found himself with a palm filled with the weight of an adult human male. Welcome to the darkness, shifting, squelching sounds of mud and an irate toad expressing its displeasure even as Lan Wangji's equally excruciatingly dry voice ends the video with a: )

... efficient.

consignation

[ stripping out of his robe, jiang cheng bumps his device and leaves it with his heap of clothes. it's understandable, really, with what a rush he's in to dive off the pier. he's stripped down to nothing more than his thin innermost robe, a white slip that falls barely past his (shapely) buttocks, sashed by a single flimsy tie on his left side just above his hip. gloriously bare, elegant legs carry him in a sprint away from the broadcasting device, and then the sect leader takes a picturesque dive in a shallow arc to hasten through the water to his target. throughout, there's the excited murmuring of a crowd from somewhere just behind the device, but once jiang cheng is in the water they start to stage whisper in the earnest.

there's hushed delight about his hair, his jawline, his cheekbones, his physique. there's tittering of how his children might look, peppered with suggestions of which villagers have had the good fortune of warming his bed. the chatter grows increasingly lewd until two parties claim to have been with their beloved village rescuer just this last night, neither willing to back down until there's screaming and shouting as a fight breaks out.

just as someone can be glimpsed out of the corner of the frame being held in a headlock, the subject of the gossip reemerges from the water in a now entirely translucent robe that is also falling off his shoulder, a sodden puppy held carefully in his arms which he hands off to a little boy waiting anxiously near the edge of the water. the fight and crowd disperse at once, though a few people do come by to compliment jiang cheng, some inviting him to dinner or to spend the night at their house and other such niceties.

only after all this does jiang cheng go to retrieve his clothes and notice his device on and recording. ]

Oh, sorry. I hope this hasn't been on too long making too much noise. Um.

Is everyone well?

somebadnews

[ Five is at the dining car, drinking coffee and writing on various napkins, as he's inclined to do when a time anomaly fucks with his ability to relax for more than a day. There's no denying he has more energy than he has in a long time — which means he's generally been harassing the staff, who have called him 'young man' one too many times and keep refusing to add whiskey to his coffee. He hasn't ended that war yet; they'll regret forcing him to get regular sleep.

Frustrated after he's crossed out yet another equation, he finally does something he rarely does: addresses the network. ]

I couldn't care less about a wedding, but there's obviously more going on here besides stealing dreams and sealing away powers to keep the train running smoothly. [ And no, he isn't letting that slide either. ] I spoke to the conductor, and didn't get a damn thing out of him. He's obsessed with the wellbeing of the train and wasn't concerned about Prassenze going missing that first night, which I can only assume he doesn't remember happening.

[ If he'd known that day would be effectively erased, he could have taken advantage. He's been going over his conversation with the conductor more times than he cares to count, and he's decided that he went far too easy on him. ]

He mentioned that we have 'old-issue' tickets, along with most of the wedding party, meaning at least a few of them are frequent travelers who have renewed their tickets over a long period of time. No bodies are missing from the train, because apparently they can track us, by our dreams or otherwise. There were no acts of violence, nothing came through the open window, and there's nothing that would explain why the bride keeps changing forms or what caused a time loop that only we could perceive. [ Which doesn't make sense. That's not how time loops work. ] Logic would say that she's the one behind the anomaly, but enough people were against the wedding that there could be other suspects who are lying about not remembering the first two weddings.

[ He's one cup of coffee away from taking his paranoia too far, but in his opinion they're not taking this seriously enough. They should be grateful that he's at least opening it up to theories. ]

Who here has been in a time loop before, show of hands? Who knows that messing with time is dangerous? Even something as innocent as rewinding a wedding. [ He would know. ] We survived an apocalypse. I don't have to tell you that our odds were not in our favor. Let's keep that streak going, and stop the next one before it gets that close, shall we?

weifinder

( Lo, here sits Wei Wuxian, very tired, but smiling as if he's not and managing (through the use of present soft, kind lighting) to not look anywhere near as tired as he is. He's sitting on a couch, leaning back, and dressed rather dapper, as far as his buttoned up vest indicates; his robes are in need of mending. Please bear with the weird (to him) puffy sleeves and tight sort waistcoat. )

Hello! I'm called Wei Wuxian, summoned like you, ah? Don't ask me how long. Years? Years... ( He sighs. It's pointedly theatrical in delivery, with a small shake of his head. ) As Karsa, delightful woman, has likely told you already, the way home for us lies in the gateways of this world being activated and powered long enough for us to get through. They do work. They just don't run for very long.

( He smiles, waving at the "view" finder, where his pendant sits as he records. )

These summonings across worlds have happened the last two years. The man who smooths our way east refers to himself as the Merchant; he's one of the few left living from the citadel of Ellethia. Mark the name, because they're the source of the cursed dead plaguing this world over the last decades.

We started in the citadel of Sa-Hareth, then traveled east to Taravast. From there we sailed through the remains of Ellethia. After, we arrived at Ke-Waihu village. We sailed on to Serthica, then cut across the deserts to Alem. If you're here now, that's where we just left.

( Now he holds up his hands, waggling his fingers. )

Time to talk about the undead warlords? I'll make an effort to remember their names. ( a pause. ) I'll remember most of them, and the rest of us will have to help, ah?

( He'll now count them off on his fingers. )

Unhalad, dead. The Beastmaster, dead. The Huntress, supposedly broken away from the Brotherhood. The Child, son of the Beastmaster that his wife, the Huntress, willingly sacrificed. Matthias kept the Child's survival and changed state secret from his parents. He persists. ( A wave of his hand, and he's back to counting: ) Ratkeikaku, Rathingku, Rat... the clawing one of war, left behind in Alem. Those are the named Brotherhood. Then there's Anurr, native to Sa-Hareth. Older than all the Brotherhood.

Matthias has been mentioned twice, and I'll say now he was the lead behind the project in Ellethia that led to the deathless that plague this world. He made himself known to young miss Kamala recently, though we've indirectly crossed his path before. I don't know what to properly call him, but he has control over the dead. He's a lord of the deathless.

( He claps his hands together, leaning forward a touch. Canting his head and smiling, but lacing his fingers together until his chin can rest atop them. )

I'll end with a listing of our other allies. Zenobius of impaired memory and survivor of Ellethia's disastrous research, Quicksilver Sam, former pirate captain who'd been influenced by... that was the tongue, wasn't it? Oh, there's body parts in our mysterious eastward journey, but don't worry about those quite yet. The witch Hatisse is I believe still beholden to Wrath, one of our number. She's very old, very wily. Take care. The last of our allies is an ancient scholar, but he does and doesn't always wish to be disturbed, so be kind to Asgeirr, ah? He's a gently spirited fellow.

( He's also a ghost, which is specifically what he isn't sharing. His jests are hilarious, he knows. He smiles broader, staring at the pendant through which anyone watching this will feel as if he's staring through to meet their gaze. )

I welcome questions. I welcome everyone else to offer answers. My memory, as some will say, isn't the most trustworthy thing.

( ooc: please use this as a information sharing post and threadjack away, wei wuxian will not be able to answer everything alone, nor does he want to! )

valeas

( Emilia di Carlo has seen better days, by the look of her. Her battle leathers are torn, soot and cuts still on her face — but she doesn't give in to the exhaustion just yet, nor the bile in her throat. First, she addresses the people of Alem, dignified and resolute. )

Prince Haiva sacrificed himself and leaves his sister, the young Cle-Florens, spared.

I was witness.

( A pause, then, as she allows that to sink in. )

Hell is sealed.

You fought with valor so others might live. I'm glad to have fought beside you, and will remember your fallen just the same.

If you've yet to evacuate, the time is now. Hassir awaits.

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.

weifinder

( a smile from the man on camera, and a wave of his fingers against the backdrop of an ice wall. )

To those who know me not at all, or less well than others of our number do, I'm Wei Wuxian.

( hands lifted, he offers a polite, perfunctory sort of bow, paired to the clasping of fingers over the other hand's set. they drop out of frame, and he looks a touch more serious, dark eyes fathomless. or maybe it's all in the lighting. (the lack of proper lighting. torchlight keeps him flickering in reds and oranges.) )

The king mentioned Irenia in passing, the dragon? She was thieved away from a lord of death our group knows of, and has run into several times. His name's Anurr, he's the, ah, very slightly less horrible option for being enslaved by death lords, and from Sa-Hareth. Trailing after us with his creatures or his shifting loyalties, never trust his kind voice, Eleven can tell you about that! Five, I'm sure, can tell you more, as can Xie Lian, or Xiao Xingchen. All members of our group, as it were. Anyway!

( he claps his hands, and grins. a little crinkling around his eyes makes him almost seem truly merry, instead of merrily dry. )

Irenia lured far enough west can be called back to Anurr's dubious graces. Far enough east, and with a different strong pull on her mind, maybe, maybe we can free her. Either way, I recommend we do one or the other, because space to crash a being who never asked to be used as she is is limited, and using the keep itself in poor taste, as it defends this world from hell. Apparently. Very exciting stuff!

( ball's in your court now, chaos crew! )

beitangmoran

Since Master Kaneki disappeared and Master Marcos found the heart, I feel like it is only fair I disclose the information Master Kaneki was supposed to give out before he unfortunately vanished.

I approached him about the heart again not long after we reached Serthica because I suddenly remembered a conversation I had back in Taravast, and once again, I can only apologize for not making the connection sooner, but things fell into place for me a bit late.

[And also, you and everyone else were busy trying not to get eaten by giant squids and stopping a volcano from erupting, Moran, that happened.]

As I mentioned to Master Kaneki, I have a theory as to who the heart belongs to. It remains a theory, as we only have circumstantial evidence, but I do believe it has merits.

Back in Taravast, after the coup, I had the opportunity to have a quick conversation with Don Bonaccorso. He told us things at the time that I did not quite understand, and we could not ask for more - he was already feeble. Back then, I asked Don Bonaccorso what the real price was that was paid for the peace of Taravast, since clearly the tale of the witches was a fairytale to appease the people.

He told me he made a deal, with a 'Brother White'.

In exchange for the weapons and the submission of Taravast, Don Bonaccorso asked for a guarantee. Something to make sure the city wouldn't be attacked. He asked this 'Brother White' to surrender something precious to him and that would grieve him should he lose it if Taravast were attacked. Something that was buried in the hunting grounds of the palace, where Master Kaneki was later sent by the Merchant to retrieve it without being told what it was.

All this leads me to believe this might the heart of the White Traveler, or the Brother White, or whatever other name he's been called in our presence. If not his, then that of someone close or important to him, but I would lean towards it being his. It is, at the very least, related to him.

Which is why, as Master Marcos suggested, we should try to keep it very safe.

weifinder

( Look, everyone else has been coherent about the bear. Because no one else is accosted in the nude. Wei Wuxian doesn't understand why he's so cursed, but when he fumbles his pendant, he's caught saying on visual where his shoulder, damp hair, and a dark ceiling is evident: )

-- Zhan! The bear!

( Which to the informed audience over the comms, means hearing a grumble roar of curiosity while Wei Wuxian yelps. The image falls, catching sight of his unclad, wet backside as he runs for a window, and a large, furry white mass fills the view.

You're welcome. He's on the naked run again. )

wantshappiness

Um. [Maybe not the best way to start off, certainly doesn't inspire any confidence.] Does anyone know who 'Brother Sanwon' might be? I'm asking because, well.

[Because my telepathy which is only sometimes working is picking up weird things but I don't want to admit I have telepathy, hence hoping I can get an answer without outing myself.]

...it's a little complicated, but someone I know [aka herself] Has been hearing...I guess it's not really a voice...well, anyway! They've been hearing the echoes of the voice of a little boy and they mentioned that name. But, I haven't been here long enough to know who that might be...

If it helps, I'm--and that person as well are in Minaras.

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.

kahl_175

[Kahl has a rough face and a rough, slow voice, speaking clearly as he can. He's used to bad radios, making sure he can be understood.]

Kahl One-Seven-Five sending message. All grineer, regroup. No Captains here. No Queens. Only brothers.

All not grineer--Kahl not know this place. Not know un-dead. But everyone used to be slaves, brothers now. Kahl help. Free slaves. Find beacon. Go home.

Kahl want to learn this place. Plan. Deploy. Who do this here?

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