DEIMOS
And in your darkest hour,
I hold secrets flame
Thus far, the militia had been at a standstill in regards to where to wander next. While their parameters for Long Night had been more than sufficient, at least in places, in confines, in sanctuaries, the fact remained that there were too many to choose from. They required some semblance of a decision, hopefully two close-knit areas, where they could mount defenses, plan for provisions, and ensure the general public was safe. Some wouldn’t oblige any settlement or conclusion, fettering off on their own, capable and manifested into their own corridors and intervals – and others would need the aid provided. Where to choose was the current dilemma, and based on motivations, aspirations, ambitions, and even emotions (the beast could comprehend why a number of inhabitants didn’t care to select the Launcelyn Manor), they’d waited long enough to collect guild suggestions and sanctum advices. Now it was up to the sovereigns to decide.
The Sword would have no trials or tribulations in deferring to either Wessex or Ronin; he had no dog, no hound, in the fight, nodding his head at proposals and recommendations, ensuring to take them to their foretold meeting. The warrior also had every intention of avoiding any political, diplomatic strife at hand; he’d done it more than once before, in another time, in another world, in another life, and hadn’t ever found it to be his calling. As darkness settled in, the monolith made his way to the Theskyra House, bag over his shoulder with necessary supplies and accoutrements, gazed at the building for a few moments – never having been inside either monarch feature. It wasn’t massive or imposing, but there, a symbolic gesture that it rested amongst and amidst the people. He glanced over his shoulder, waiting for Loren, before they proceeded and presided into the Town Hall, staircases before his eyes, and a series of rooms. A quick perusal, study, and examination left him still out of sorts, ignorant of where to go and what to do next. A subtle shrug was hastened, mostly for Loren’s benefit, before allowing his voice to echo through the chambers. Perhaps someone would direct them. “The militia are here to see Wessex.” All two of them. {Set before KQ timeline!} master of nothing place; of recoil and grace |
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the Resurrected Sword
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After Loren’s stint in the pit and @wessex’s subsequent retrieval, he wasn’t sure where he stood with the queen. However, he’d agreed to be a good citizen and a subservient little soldier, so when the summons came from Deimos the summoner knew he had no choice but to show up. Truth be told, he’d been waiting for the note for quite a while: it seemed like they’d been putting off the inevitable, and they had to make a decision about which locations they were going to fortify. Loren was going to withdraw the Manor from the list of options, given how no one but him and his houseguests were willing to stay there. Besides, it sounded like they needed him to be centrally located, considering he had a luxere companion and the ability to summon Spark Birds. Something had been nagging him, something Remi had said, but the Launceleyn hadn’t voiced it to anyone yet. Still, he figured now would be a good time. Although he was quite worried about seeing the monarchs—though he didn’t know if Ronin would be there or what he’d do if he saw the king (why the summoner didn’t want to see the queen should be apparent—he knew if he didn’t show up, he’d probably get tossed in prison. Been there, done that, nothing to write home about. So he saluted as soon as the general spotted him, then fell in behind the other man; Loren looked like little more than Deimos’ pale shadow, given how gaunt the Launceleyn had become. Indeed, he’d lost what little weight he’d put on since his return, and the circles under and shadows in his eyes were darker than before. Although he was curious to see the new seat of government, he took in the Town Hall without saying a word. Indeed, he would not speak unless called upon or if he felt it was absolutely necessary. Safer that way. Besides, that’s what he’d promised, both himself and Wessex. At least it seemed that Ronin would not be in attendance. But don’t be weary if it’s broken
Families are like that— they’re split up and always torn. the Wraith
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09-24-2019, 07:04 PM
WESSEX the wraith Yeah…. There’s been a lot going on, to say the least. Wessex is a little behind and unfortunately this matter has escaped her mind. The woman who acts as a general housekeeper (ha!), cook (also, ha - she pretty much just cooks for herself) and reception desk (all those messages, you know) has gone home for the night, leaving Wessex a couple of hours after she’s risen for the evening. She’d actually been out and about before the men arrive, but manages to catch sight of their familiar backs entering the door. “Ah, fuck, did I forget a meeting?” Wessex says as she enters behind them with a blast of cold, dark air that sends the lights flickering. LongNight is around the corner. Without a coat of her own to take off, the Queen holds out her hands for their outer garments, ready to place them on nearby hooks, but not before gazing curiously at the bag Deimos carries and the dark circles under Loren’s eyes. As soon as the cold weather gear is taken care of, she motions for them to follow her into the room to the right, where a large table lays before them and candles burn brightly in both lanterns on the walls and large candlesticks on the table. “Something hot to drink? I think Daphne has some tea. Or there’s booze.” Just as warm, but in a different way. Though from the looks of it, she's pullin' the trigger
cause it's me and the moon, she says and i have no trouble with that the Resurrected Sword
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09-24-2019, 10:34 PM
the Firebrand
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09-24-2019, 11:29 PM
LOREN
When Trailing behind both of them into the backroom, the Launceleyn shook his head to Wessex’s next offer as well. ”No thank you.” Unlike Deimos, Loren didn’t smile at the offer. He wasn’t much up to smiling today. Or any day. Thankfully, he didn’t need to smile to get his job done. Settling at the corner of the long table nearest the door, he pulled a journal and a quill and ink from the pockets sewn into the cloak and flipped open to a blank page as Deimos started speaking. The summoner was planning to take shorthand transcript notes of everything they said tonight, then post their final decision after the fact like a good little underling. Dutifully he took down the general’s comments, though when the other man paused, Loren looked up and realized Deimos was staring at the Launceleyn. Apparently the general wanted the summoner to voice his opinion. Hesitating for just a moment as his eyes strayed towards the queen, Loren sighed then bent his head to both write and speak at the same time. ”I’m withdrawing the Manor from consideration. Too few people are willing to stay there. I will defer to your judgment about the rest.” Pausing, he glanced up very briefly, wondering whether he should say more. He had a lot on his mind, but wasn’t sure if he should voice it. Better to ask forgiveness and permission, even if he was pushing it and that type of thinking had gotten him in trouble in the past. ”However, if you want my opinion, I have a luxere companion, as does Kiada. I recommend we pick two locations, and have one of us at each. My top choices are the Temple and the Monster Hunter’s Guild. They are the most popular among everyone I’ve spoken to, and if we start work now we can make them defensible.” While he’d obviously prefer to be at the Temple—both because it was more centrally located and because he wanted to be far, far away from Remi and Ronin—that wasn’t really Loren’s call to make. He could set aside his discomfort with the two men for the greater good. He was good at that. Though he’d only been in the Monster Hunter’s Guild once, it had fortifications and presumably supplies to take care of people who’d been hurt by, well, monsters. The Temple had the Infirmary, the shrine, and access to the Caido Medical College. And while there were many entrances and exits, they could barricade those to the best of their ability and hope that would be enough. But don’t be weary if it’s broken
Families are like that— they’re split up and always torn. the Wraith
General of the Hollowed Grounds
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09-25-2019, 07:47 PM
WESSEX the wraith Nothing to soothe the bite of Deepfrost? Ok, then. Onward and upward. She nods and takes a seat at the head of the table, gesturing for them to begin. She was glad of their appearance at the House tonight, for it was something that needed to be addressed, and yet continued to slip on down the to-do list with each minor crisis and God’s rose thing. She listens to the two men, legs crossed and elbows to the chair’s arm rests. The militia is acting more like her advisers and she finds she doesn’t hate it. Loren even gets to do something he more or less volunteered for. Everyone should be happy, aside from the topic they’re discussing. The Queen can’t argue with taking Launceleyn Manor out of the picture. It’s his house. He can do what he wants with it. The suggestion, however, produces a tight-lipped expression. Almost a frown, but not quite. In her head is a map of the Hallowed Grounds, and she thinks of the travel time, even for someone as quick as herself at night. “Good suggestions, but they’re too far from each other. I agree with the Monster Hunters Guild, and Remi has offered it up. We need either two places in the Settlement or two places in the Sanctuary. Or we need one place.” Her hands create the space of the temple as she considers the imaginary building. “You know my reservations on the Temple. It’s big. Great for holding people and not going crazy, but not great for defending. So walk me through preparations and defenses. You’ve got the big doors, the multiple big windows, and the Rathskellar with its cellar entrance.” She doesn't care what's popular with the people. She cares what will keep them safe, and even then, there will be arguments about being locked in, unable to help, etc. It's a lose-lose situation, but Wessex is determined to make the best of it this year. she's pullin' the trigger
cause it's me and the moon, she says and i have no trouble with that the Resurrected Sword
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09-25-2019, 10:24 PM
the Firebrand
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09-28-2019, 02:40 PM
LOREN
Yes yes, there were no perfect solutions to where to stay, which is why Loren had suggested they just decide on two and do everything within their power to make them defensible. If he’d thought he could convince everyone to stay in one place—crowded as that might be—he would’ve, but as it stood he found that possibility distinctly unlikely. Wessex already talked about one place anyway, and again, it was up to her and Deimos in the end. The problem was, there weren’t really two places large enough to congregate in either the Sanctuary or the Settlement, a fact that became quite apparent when Deimos revealed the map. The Temple and the Monster Hunter’s Guild were the best individual options, but not collectively. However, at the mention of unicorns and the infirmary, the summoner bit his lip without pausing his note-taking. ”We should split up the unicorns, since I can’t heal those with life drain. As for the Temple, the medical college staff is here, and they can operate the Infirmary as well, if not better than I can. We should at least consider the possibility of putting me at the remote location so we don’t have to worry as much about transporting all the medical equipment there.” As loathe as he was to admit it, it might actually make more sense to have him at the Monster Hunter’s Guild, if that’s where they parked him. His discomfort was not a reason to put people in danger. ”We can have some Ascended take my healing magic in addition to the ones who take my summoning. Alternatively, we can make more magic-storing amulets.” Regarding the defensibility of the Temple, the general covered most of that, but Loren had a few ideas of his own as well. ”Board up all the windows securely enough that we’d notice if anyone tried to pry them open and bar the doors. And since we don’t want people drinking too much anyway, and since it’s a risk, Remi could collapse the tunnel for the duration of LongNight.” It would remove an entrance and exit from the equation and cost the alchemist almost nothing. ”Forgive me if I’m wrong, but I don’t know if glancing through the door will give us a way to tell if the monsters are impersonating people” From what the Launceleyn understood, they physically changed shape. ”I also feel that I should point out that Amalia, Jigano, and Phoebe have insisted they will stay at the Temple, and they have assured me that others feel the same and will be joining them.” Wessex might not like it, but they were relying as much upon people’s cooperation and willingness to stay indoors as their authority and strength, and they should do their best to accommodate that. When Deimos brought up replicating weapons, Loren sighed again, much more heavily. ”We should also prepare ourselves for the possibility that my summoned creatures do not have the same ability to ward off the monsters as the real ones do, especially because we cannot seem to replicate any other sources of magical light.” It was magic, and magic operated on rules no one really understood. Thankfully, he was looking down at his journal this whole time and didn't have to watch their responses to his words. But don’t be weary if it’s broken
Families are like that— they’re split up and always torn. the Wraith
General of the Hollowed Grounds
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Change author: Posts: 3,156 | Total: 4,350 MP: 0 WESSEX the wraith Giving permission for Deimos to do whatever it is he wants to do, Wessex is immediately pleased when she realizes that he’s making a stunningly beautiful map of the Hallowed Grounds. Her mouth opens in awe as she sees her whole world laid out before her from an aerial view, decorated and detailed, and if anything isn’t correct, Wessex doesn’t notice it (yet). Standing up to get a better view of the creation, she flashes the General a grateful smile before gingerly reaching out to touch it. Her fingertips run over the gilded edges, the weighted corners, the smooth surface - she finds this house, new as it is - on there and looks again at the man. “You’ve outdone yourself this time, General.” There is little time to spare for more admiration, however, as the two deliver their ideas, and Wessex listens closely, still standing at the top of the table. She mulls over a few things here and there, looking from each man to the map at times. “That’s a shit ton of snow moss and black cloth to prepare either place. We should make sure the other Naturals have enough first, and consider putting down rugs in the Temple. Socks only, that kind of thing.” After a brief pause, she says, “If we choose those two places, it has to be with the understanding that each place is on their own and we need to prepare them that way. The only other viable option for two places, I think, is the Temple and here, if everyone is so set on being pains in the ass about it.” She sighs. Amalia knows better. Phoebe and Jigano can be counted on to be thorns in her side on any given day, but Amalia should know better. “But since it’s not supposed to be much more than a central meeting place, I don’t think anyone used to comforts would be happy here for a week.” She almost rolls her eyes. Almost. “So I guess that’s it, then.” Moving merrily along, she begins to address Loren specifically, since he seems to be taking notes. “Loren, put this down as a tentative division for the houses.” Mentally, the Queen goes through everyone they’ve mentioned - unicorns, healers, rulers, etc, and begins to assign them places, fairly certain that they’ll agree with her own assessment. “Remi and Ronin in the Guildhouse. Deimos and Amalia in the Temple. I’ll go to the Temple too - we should have one ruler in each place. Phoebe has the infirmary, so I assume Cera will be there as well. You to the Guild, please.” She pauses and begins to think about the Ascended, the amulets, how they’re going to do shit if things go to hell in a handbasket. She also wishes Loren would have said something about the nature of his magic earlier, since Wessex had been operating under the assumption that he knows what he can and cannot do. This is a blow, but she does her best not to show her frustration and disappointment at the news. “We should operate under the assumption it won’t, then.” And now back to Deimos’s question, which had piqued a flare of anger, though she knew the question came from the right place. So the Wraith leans on to the table and swallows, trying to find the right way to put it. “There’s a reason I’m hesitant to try new things to fight the monsters. I know you ask because you mean to find new solutions, and we’ve never had this many powerful magic users in one place before. There is… the potential for a lot of change.” And change has come, far too quickly, with far too many repercussions for many of them to do anything more than hold on tightly and hope for the best. “But anyone who has tried to do anything other than hide is dead. Look at the Palmers. Leave the door open a crack and they can get in. I’m the only one who’s ever survived an encounter and I sure as hell can’t count on it happening again.” The Ascended shakes her head, refusing the reveal that the Voice might tell her to come outside, to do - something - oh, mystery of mysteries! “So humor me. Prepare the way we’ve always prepared. I’d rather get through this LongNight with everyone alive and be able to try to do more research than take unnecessary risks. It’s selfish, but I’ve got to have one good thing under my belt, to try and redeem the damage of the blight.” So they see, it’s not just a ruler thing, it’s fucking personal. she's pullin' the trigger
cause it's me and the moon, she says and i have no trouble with that the Resurrected Sword
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09-29-2019, 08:16 PM
the Firebrand
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09-29-2019, 08:53 PM
LOREN
However, it seemed he wasn’t the only one upset at this plan. He was just keeping quiet about it. Maybe that had something to do with the fact that Deimos’ reaction to everything was vehement and far beyond what Loren had been expecting. In particular, the general seemed to take offense at what the summoner had thought about the baker and her plans. Still, he’d objected to a lot more before that. Mostly, the summoner stayed silent as the queen implored them to try the old, sure ways. The general spoke first, but the Launceleyn was quick to follow. ”Understood.” Once she was done, Loren finally responded to the other man. ”I don’t know what magic everyone has, but I also don’t know of anyone else with life drain off the top of my head.” Still, given how quickly abilities tended to crop up and how unwilling folks around here were to part with their secrets, they couldn’t rely upon that being or remaining the case. Besides, everything else about not moving the medical equipment or the healers still held true. Finally, Loren glanced up, hoping Wessex would explain the nature of the monsters, to the general; however, he didn’t know why the queen hadn’t done it already, and wouldn’t take that chance. Still, he'd be careful about what he revealed. ”Correct me if I’m wrong, but don't the monsters have the ability to physically take on the form and voice of anyone we might know? That’s why we came up with the verbal code, isn’t it? Though perhaps we should come up with a knock as well, in case they can read.” If Wessex wanted to explain more about the proto-Ascended, she could, but peepholes would be useless, since even items that could pierce illusions wouldn’t help them identify friend from foe. However, even that didn’t seem to be what was really bothering the general. ”And I apologize. It’s entirely possible I misheard or was mistaken about what Amalia meant, or that I misremembered. Obviously she can stay at the Guild if she's uncomfortable at the Temple.” They’d spoken very briefly, and he’d talked to a lot of people about their plans for LongNight, and he wasn’t infallible or above admitting that he’d conflated multiple different conversations. He had some vague memory of someone telling him the people would want to be able to pray, and had assumed it was Amalia, what with her devotion to the gods. However, he probably shouldn’t have spoken unless he was certain. Seeing as he didn’t know what Deimos and the baker were to one another, the Launceleyn didn’t realize just what he’d stepped into here. However, given that he had already somehow pissed the other man off, Loren wasn't going to say anything further. Not that he had anything to add. Maybe the queen did, though, so he kept his quill poised over the page. But don’t be weary if it’s broken
Families are like that— they’re split up and always torn. the Wraith
General of the Hollowed Grounds
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10-01-2019, 12:41 AM
WESSEX the wraith Well. that wasn’t something she was expecting tonight. Deimos is full of surprises - though it is easy to tell that it’s far more about Amalia than himself, which would make her smile if it wasn’t a totally inappropriate thing to do at that time. “Ok, boys,” she says dryly, pulling back. “We have the code word and to soothe everyone's mind, we will ask personal questions if there’s someone outside. But we will not cut holes in doors unnecessarily. That lets out light, and light attracts them.” Which is also why fire wouldn’t work. She grumbles through the concession, hating giving more room to everyone who had a goddamn opinion and criticism. “And the assignments are easily fixed. Deimos and Amalia can go to the Guild” and literally leave me friendless and alone, thank you very much, you fuckers, “Loren can be in the Temple, along with Phoebe and Cera.” She pauses, thinks. “Yes, without any way to relay messages, each place will have to be on it’s own. Unless there are any telepathic people I don’t know about,” she jokes, though there is a strong element of truth to her joke. Anything else? Oh, yes. “There is the small matter of Roana. Loren, you already know, and Deimos, I wouldn’t be surprised if Amalia told you - but Roana has threatened Sam and the entire Ascended race. That there are few of us doesn’t matter. I’m worried she might try something during LongNight. I’d like to safely head that off. Take her into custody and secure her for the week, and then investigate the why’s and such afterwards.” It's a job for the militia, if there ever was one. "I can draw up an order for arrest, or something. If that makes it more official." She doesn't want to be Zariah. But Roana is a threat, and she can't ignore that. she's pullin' the trigger
cause it's me and the moon, she says and i have no trouble with that the Resurrected Sword
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10-01-2019, 11:26 PM
the Firebrand
Headmaster / Grand Healer ✓
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10-01-2019, 11:42 PM
LOREN
Well, there was some good and some bad. Good: At the mention of Roana, the Launceleyn’s hand paused for a brief moment in note-taking, but he resumed it quickly enough. He knew they needed to do something about her, but it was painful to think of the ex-captain, who’d defended him and saved his life, as someone who needed to be put away. Then again, Loren had been imprisoned recently. ”Phoebe is their aunt. I can take them to her, or if she won’t or can’t I can take care of them for a bit.” A few more children in the Manor for a little bit of time might almost be nice. However, there was another issue. ”Where will we keep Roana for LongNight? I imagine it should be somewhere separate from most of the Ascended, just in case, but they need to be able to drink from me as well.” Granted, it seemed that they could travel more safely than most during LongNight, so maybe it didn’t matter that much where all the Ascended stayed. Regardless, it seemed that meant the ex-captain should stay at the Guild, but Loren didn't know if they could force that on Ronin and Remi. But don’t be weary if it’s broken
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