agentlenpc (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
agentlenpc) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
agentlenet2019-05-07 06:55 pm
agentlenpc) wrote in agentlenet2019-05-07 06:55 pm
Entry tags:
(no subject)
A PSYCHIC FEELING THAT TOUCHES ALL OF DRAEGA
[At sundown, twin blasts of Opal and Rose slam through a wall in the Queen's Residence. Those living in the Residence and those nearby hear cries of alarm. Smoke is visible above the buildings throughout the city. Everyone in the city feels a sudden, sharp punch of power: one of the Blood shooting downward into the abyss with startling ferocity.
Moments later, three ripples of power expand outward from the Queen's Residence. One is shallow and superficial. The Blood recognize it as a blast of power just above the level of the White; the landens feel it only as a vague sense of unease.
The second comes at the level of the Rose, and the final at the Opal.
Shortly after, those who reside in the Old Town Bazaar begin to hear a haunting dirge. A woman's voice, sad and full of mourning, fills the still air. Night darkens the city, and the song spreads with it. From Old Town to the Guild Halls, up into River North and the slums, and from there to River East. The melody echoes through the docks, curling around warehouses and ships and reverberating strangely over the water.
Long into the early hours of the morning, the echoes of the song linger.]
A PSYCHIC LINK, FAYURA TO THE STRANGERS
[The quiet, psychic contact comes with the dawn. For those who have felt Fayura's psychic presence before, this touch feels much more distant. For those who haven't, she brushes against your mind with great caution and respect as though knocking softly at a door for fear of causing a disturbance. When she speaks, her mental voice has a hollow, tiny tone, much like that of an old telephone call for those who understand the analogy.
She is tired. She sounds tired. Grief makes her voice rough.]
Thank you. For finding the coven, I thank you.
The witches Amanita Nissa, Harrin, and Little Blue are dead. They have become whispers in the darkness. This is no easy thing. I know many of you will be displeased to hear they have been executed, but this is our way. Shattering the mind of a young Queen—of anyone who wears a Jewel… there is no greater crime.
The streets are safer without them.
Specific thanks to Guts, Daylight, and Mordred, who were each responsible for bringing in one of these witches.
THE MORNING NEWS
[Garret and Wilt are the perpetual news anchors. Their broadcast begins when most people are sitting down to breakfast or have just come in from morning chores on the farm.
Garret:] An official announcement from the Queen of Hayll confirms the executions of the Black Widows Amanita Nissa, Harrin, and Little Blue early this morning. Per the announcement and in accordance with ancient tradition, their Jewels have been shattered and their minds… burned out?
[Wilt, speaking slowly for once:] This is, of course, in reference to the old mythology that the Blood can become demon-dead. The body dies but the mind lives on, resulting in a kind of undeath driven by the power of the Jewels.
[Garret, cringing:] The Queen has declared that she will hold court between the hours of six and nine at night to accommodate those whose work hours are less flexible should anyone wish to inquire after the decision to execute these three witches.
[At sundown, twin blasts of Opal and Rose slam through a wall in the Queen's Residence. Those living in the Residence and those nearby hear cries of alarm. Smoke is visible above the buildings throughout the city. Everyone in the city feels a sudden, sharp punch of power: one of the Blood shooting downward into the abyss with startling ferocity.
Moments later, three ripples of power expand outward from the Queen's Residence. One is shallow and superficial. The Blood recognize it as a blast of power just above the level of the White; the landens feel it only as a vague sense of unease.
The second comes at the level of the Rose, and the final at the Opal.
Shortly after, those who reside in the Old Town Bazaar begin to hear a haunting dirge. A woman's voice, sad and full of mourning, fills the still air. Night darkens the city, and the song spreads with it. From Old Town to the Guild Halls, up into River North and the slums, and from there to River East. The melody echoes through the docks, curling around warehouses and ships and reverberating strangely over the water.
Long into the early hours of the morning, the echoes of the song linger.]
A PSYCHIC LINK, FAYURA TO THE STRANGERS
[The quiet, psychic contact comes with the dawn. For those who have felt Fayura's psychic presence before, this touch feels much more distant. For those who haven't, she brushes against your mind with great caution and respect as though knocking softly at a door for fear of causing a disturbance. When she speaks, her mental voice has a hollow, tiny tone, much like that of an old telephone call for those who understand the analogy.
She is tired. She sounds tired. Grief makes her voice rough.]
Thank you. For finding the coven, I thank you.
The witches Amanita Nissa, Harrin, and Little Blue are dead. They have become whispers in the darkness. This is no easy thing. I know many of you will be displeased to hear they have been executed, but this is our way. Shattering the mind of a young Queen—of anyone who wears a Jewel… there is no greater crime.
The streets are safer without them.
Specific thanks to Guts, Daylight, and Mordred, who were each responsible for bringing in one of these witches.
THE MORNING NEWS
[Garret and Wilt are the perpetual news anchors. Their broadcast begins when most people are sitting down to breakfast or have just come in from morning chores on the farm.
Garret:] An official announcement from the Queen of Hayll confirms the executions of the Black Widows Amanita Nissa, Harrin, and Little Blue early this morning. Per the announcement and in accordance with ancient tradition, their Jewels have been shattered and their minds… burned out?
[Wilt, speaking slowly for once:] This is, of course, in reference to the old mythology that the Blood can become demon-dead. The body dies but the mind lives on, resulting in a kind of undeath driven by the power of the Jewels.
[Garret, cringing:] The Queen has declared that she will hold court between the hours of six and nine at night to accommodate those whose work hours are less flexible should anyone wish to inquire after the decision to execute these three witches.
no subject
[Once she's in a slightly better mood, anyways. And now she'll ask something she probably should've asked before, but she's at still not great at this whole checking up on people thing.]
Were you okay during all of this?
[Feels kind of awkward to be asking after the fact and not thinking to check on it during that debacle, but she figures better late than never, probably.]
no subject
I've- [ she needs a moment to collect herself, because there's no way to deny the indignation and the anger on her end of the psychic link she's holding with mordred, the frustration and the helplessness she feels when she looks back on the events.
thankfully, she manages to temper her emotions to something more neutral and mild. ] I was alright, more or less. I focused primarily on dealing with the webs found throughout the city and helping others caught in the webs.
I thought it'll be better to let the professionals handle the situation with the Widows and- [ here, she tries to smile through the line or tries to convey it, at least. ] -it seems I was right in that assessment, with you and the others involved.
no subject
[It's not visible, but she's nodding in approval of Zita's choices. Mordred's a firm believer of if you aren't cut out for fighting big terrible things, you probably shouldn't run out and do it.]
Still, you need help or anything like that if...no, probably when crap like this happens again, let me know.
no subject
[ it does. it honestly does mean a lot to zita, since it's a comfort to know who you could turn to in situations like these.
and... now that she thinks about it- ]
Actually- I was wondering if I could ask a favour from you, Mordred. If you don't mind.
no subject
[She's going to accept either way, but still wants to know what it is first.]
no subject
[ while zita has been undergoing the drills that everyone in the courts must partake, she hasn't been faring well in it.
she's no longer fumbling with her practice weapon, of course, but she wants to get better faster thanks to the turns of events. who better to turn to than someone she knows she can trust? ] I know I won't be a great fighter, or be able to join in the more taxing encounters, but- I would like to at least put up a proper fight if something happens.
no subject
Just as some advance warning, I've never really taught anyone before.
[She can do it though. Probably. Just ignore the uncertainty in her voice. And that as she continues talking, she sounds like she's trying to psych herself up for it just as much as she's agreeing to it.]
But yeah, I can definitely show you some things. Probably better cut out for it than most of the others.
[Not that she's bragging or anything. But of course a former knight of the Round Table can teach some defense stuff. They'd have to be a complete failure not to be able to do something like that.]
no subject
[ this is where zita pauses in her speaking, unsure of how to word what she wants to say next.
not because what she has to say next is harsh or aggressive. the exact opposite, really. ]
... Much as I try to do my best to learn under the tutelage with the guards, I know I'll learn more when I learn from a friend. [ she adds, a little more quietly. ] If you consider us friends, of course.
no subject
She's not angry about it, just confused. She has no clue what to do with this. But she thinks it's closer to the truth then not, so she'll say as much with her answer.]
Don't know, not really something I've had experience with. But it sounds about right.
[Or at least she thinks so.]