DEIMOS
And in your darkest hour,
I hold secrets flame
The dread and apprehension restarted the moment he posted the invitation to the notice board, and failed to leave as he kept himself busy with tasks around his house, and then eventually, along the Temple itself, rearranging portions of furniture to invite a precursor to dialogue. The consternation was twofold: because the chilling depths of the mountains, where he’d led and prevailed for years (machine and weapon, nonchalant and reticent, a blade on a throne), hadn’t been without its ridiculous, hostile, vitriolic antics (those ranked, those unranked, those with raised hackles, those who were indifferent, those who didn’t bother to show at all), and a need for the monarch to continually compose a world that should’ve had an ability to keep it together. The other was his inability to truly provide a discourse without some layer of awkwardness, or silence; far more comfortable in the corners and pockets of these chambers, eyes swarming to his favored spots. Not today though.
For something needed to happen: they’d already had groups taken, distorted, and reassembled amidst the Greatwood, beckoned by curiosity and snagged by temptation, then a pit, a monster, sacrifices without bloodshed or true upheaval. What else had occurred in those woods? In those clearings? In the elemental, ethereal containments? Some of them had witnessed a Naiad slipping from their litter. Some had wandered down the banks of the Stonesong. Some had entreated themselves to trade. Some wanted to embark upon camaraderie with the enigmatic Fae. It was a time to bring all the stories, all the legends, all the myths and knowledge together – and the fact that it was him doing it was not without its own sense of irony. The cold-blooded Reaper, the beast who preferred isolation and detachment, whose voice was always lost between his head and his schemes, who thrived on rebellion and sedition – spreading his talons and claws into the vicinity. But he’d promised that he’d try; and at the very least, he wouldn’t go back on his vows. Eventually, others began to creep in. He’d supplied some amount of food and beverages on the nearby table (but no liquor; he didn’t need anyone in their cups in case situations escalated), hoping to entice others to join in, maneuvering chairs around so they encompassed a larger circle, not yearning to sit at the helm. He wasn’t a leader here. He wasn’t anything, really; massive, broad, but a figure not cut from their cloth - Outlander, a hiss, a drawl. But this wasn’t a time for them to growl and draw daggers; the world needed sagacity, especially in these uncertain, tremulous times. The warrior swallowed down the bits of anxiety creeping along his tongue, cleared his throat, and then began. “Welcome. I am Deimos. I was hoping we might gather here today to discuss the latest developments regarding the Greatwood and its inhabitants. There has been an enormous amount of actions and events surrounding the forest.” He could feel his tongue tie itself in knots, waiting for the disapproval, for a clamor of hostility and acrimony, features struggling to remain nonchalant. His stare registered the shadows, the darkness again, and so desperately wanted to be there – a longing he couldn’t have. His stare pinpointed back to the people drawing within, inhaling, exhaling, before continuing. “We were also intending to come up with means, measures, or strategies to interact positively with the Fae.” Since irritating, exasperating, or annoying them had not been tremendously effective. After this, not believing he should start the process (because all he’d done was bludgeon his way through the forest, get lost with their assembled crowd, and then get led by a wild Fae), his gaze swam over those already there. “Would anyone like to begin?” {A information/knowledge thread for anyone who wants to know what\'s been going on with the Greatwood, Fae, etc. Please bring in your characters who\'ve experienced something, including kidnappings, trades, so that we can come together and figure out where to go from here. <3} master of nothing place; of recoil and grace |
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the Resurrected Sword
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06-09-2019, 04:34 PM
the Bastion
Age: 31 | Height: 5'11 | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Torchline Level: 15 - Strg: 68 - Dext: 63 - Endr: 101 - Luck: 100 - Int: 3 ORIA - Mythical - Spriggan (Ghost)
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Change author: Posts: 10,804 | Total: 16,358 MP: 2259 everytime you kiss me Though the alchemist could not read the notice that the reaper had put up, Isla still could. Interesting..happenings had occurred with his site as of late, but not enough to let him read the words written. Arriving with the soft sound of hooves against the ground, Remi decided to stand off to the side so that he could keep his fingers softly intertwined into Isla's mane. The unicorn projected the images of people arriving, of Deimos at the helm of the meeting. As the reaper opened up the floor for comments, Remi cleared his throat slightly, though his eye-line remained fixed somewhere near where the reaper stood. At another time Remi might have swept his eyes across the audience, but now such a gesture would be hollow. "Recently Ianto, Phoebe, myself, and Amalia went to the Sidhe Village. We were...protected you might say, by Arduinna who had sanctioned the trip. Even so, the fae who arrived did not seem particularly wanting of what we had to offer. Their warchief Delah expressed similar sentiments. That they have traded with the outside world for centuries and need nothing from us. She mentioned a sickness among the trees, and said very clearly that we are not welcome." Wishing that he could find Ianto's gaze in the crowd, Remi merely swallowed, his fingers tightening in Isla's mane. "If the woods are theirs, what right do we have to try and impress ourselves upon them? If what we want is to interact positively with them, then perhaps we should simply do as they ask and leave their village alone." Clenching his free hand slightly, Remi ran his fingers across his eyes momentarily as he took a breath. "As for Arduinna...Sam mentioned that some have encountered her. I have as well, and have heard many stories of how she acts. She is not to be trusted." Remi said, emotion colouring his words as his blind gaze seemed to underscore the importance of what he was trying to communicate. it's like sunshine and whiskey
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Jigano had asked Deimos to take the helm, and he had not been disappointed when he passed the Notice Board on the way to the Rathskeller, catching sight of the new piece of paper pinned to the board. He mentally marked the time on his internal calendar, and when the appointed moment came he made sure to arrive a little early to help the big man set things up. There was little enough to be said; most of it had been covered when they were in the Village together, and though some time had passed since then - new friends had been met, new adventures undertaken, songs had been sung and a Party had been attended - the pressure of everything had only pressed down harder, every day passing bringing the chance for new disaster.
He found a chair next to Deimos, his support obvious, as was his silence as he sat back and let the other man take the lead. He was there to help, not to overwhelm, and he did what he could to make himself a part of the meeting without stepping on the big man's toes. There were words pressing against his lips, overflowing from his tongue, worry and knowledge intertwined in the flickering lightning of his thoughts. Remi's words were no surprise to him, not after what the lovely dyer had told him about the trading mission that had gone awry, though he had not expected Amalia's name to be among those who had bargained. He was glad that at least one Natural had been involved this time, and he sighed a short-lived breath of relief. Leaving the village alone made sense, but that wasn't what Delah wanted. Or at least, it wasn't all Delah wanted. From what he'd heard of the warchief, she didn't want them anywhere near the Greatwood - not the Stonesong, the Sea of Branches, the Wildwood, none of it. And that would be a harder line to negotiate, especially when they couldn't communicate without contact. And then there was Arduinna... The bard bit his tongue, silent for once, blue eyes dark and shadowed as he sat and let others speak first. the Nightingale
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Age: 26 | Height: 5'9" | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Greatwood Level: 5 - Strg: 32 - Dext: 46 - Endr: 41 - Luck: 41 - Int: PIM - Mythical - Dragon (Electricity) BRANBAST - Mythical - Sear Cat (Speech)
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Change author: Posts: 3,062 | Total: 5,479 MP: 1825 PHOEBE Phoebe had seen the notice, and at once new she would attend. Pim came along begrudgingly, as it cut into his prime nappy time - but Phoebe carried him so he supposed he could still snooze while the humans did their humaning. The midwife was one of the first to arrive, prompt as always, with the baby dragon snuggled in her arms like the baby he was.The large, rather intimidating man who had apparently called the meeting introduced himself and its purpose, asking for those with information to step forward. She worried her lip as hush fell over the crowd, waiting for a brave soul to step forward. First, Remi stepped forward, and she smiled, agreeing with all he said (though she didn't really understand his issue with Arduinna who she only had heard the name of, but trusted his judgement). Pim's head lolled forward, eyeing her grumpily as she continued to remain silent, before he wiggled his way free, landing lightly in the dirt with his wings splayed. Then the little dragon grabbed onto her skirts with his fangs, tugging roughly to force her forward. With a little 'Eep!' of alarm and surprise she stumbled forward, finding herself apart from the group, and in front of Deimos. "U-uhm..." she stuttered, glaring at her clearly self-satisfied dragon. Well, she was in too far to go back now. Phoebe cleared her throat and turned so as to address everyone. "I have met a few Fae one on one, and they've been very personable. But as Remi said, on a visit to Sidhe village to trade, their leader Delah was incredibly hostile. She views us as invaders which...in a way we are, encroaching on their forest. But they are also concerned - the forest has begun to show signs of sickness and death since the barrier fell, and they hold us to blame. I...I offered to them, but I will offer again here...I am friends with the god Frey, who helps bring new life after Deepfrost. I could go speak with them to see if they understand what is happening to the Greatwood, and what might be done to fix it. Perhaps that would spark goodwill between our people?" she said, projecting her soft voice as best she could so they could all hear. Hopefully her idea wouldn't be taken as overstepping her bounds or stupid. Pim nuzzled his face against her leg, feeling very proud of his human's bravery. Cause getting your dreams It's strange, but it seems A little - well - complicated There's a kind of a sort of : cost There's a couple of things get: lost There are bridges you cross You didn't know you crossed Until you've crossed And if that joy, that thrill Doesn't thrill you like you think it will Still, why am I not happier? VIRION i find the pretty things & i put them through hell Virion had seen the notice of the meeting and decided to attend. The man was wearing a black wolf fur cloak and boots, even in the heat he seemed comfortable. His black hair was loose and framing his pale face. He had slunk in when it had just started, keeping himself out of the way. The only person he recognized was Jigano. He stood in a corner, waiting, watching. No one seemed to notice him. If they did, they made no comment on it and he liked it that way. They all seemed to be new to Caedo. Outlanders, perhaps. At least Jigano was. Maybe the others were too. The group seemed so focused on their discussion they probably had not noticed him until the wolf stepped up and spoke. "Most Naturals don't trust Outlanders." He walked closer to the group, giving Jigano a quick nod. "There're also some races who don't like other races." the White Knight
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06-10-2019, 07:46 PM
the Archangel
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06-10-2019, 09:39 PM
Soldier
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06-11-2019, 11:02 PM
Roana was quiet, observing from the crowd. She knew most of these people hated her. She knew many probably didn't even want her to make an appearance at such group events, and merely fade into a distant, unpleasant memory. But that wouldn't be her. She wouldn't be doing anything. And she needed to. There were many bridges that needed to be rebuilt, and threats that need to be subdued.
"She speaks sense." Roana piped up, stepping forward after Amalia spoke. She gave her a cursory glance, knowing the woman had no good feelings for her. "If I may?" she said, glancing around as she asked permission to speak in the crowd that was few of friends. "I was the first out of the barrier, sent through a portal in the basement of the Spire. I would've been Delah's captive had Ianto not sweet talked her out of it. She is formidable and unyielding, and they've good reasons not to trust people from this land. Inviting them here, even just to the border, would be good. And...if you've had such luck with her, I would recommend you be the ambassador of this place to the Fae." Roana said, looking at Amalia. "But if it really is this place hurting the wood...perhaps we can suggest some of our farmers examine the blighted plants? It might be something they will recognize and have a remedy for." she said, before falling silent. Roana You don't own me
Don't try to change me in any way You don't own me Don't tie me down cause I'd never stay the Resurrected Sword
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06-13-2019, 12:49 AM
the Bastion
Age: 31 | Height: 5'11 | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Torchline Level: 15 - Strg: 68 - Dext: 63 - Endr: 101 - Luck: 100 - Int: 3 ORIA - Mythical - Spriggan (Ghost)
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06-13-2019, 05:36 PM
everytime you kiss me The trouble was, for those who didn't speak up, the alchemist had no idea that they were there (Jigano). There were also some voices he didn't recognize at all (Virion). However when the man spoke, Remi frowned slightly. His words were...an exaggeration. And wrong, from all that Remi had seen and experienced so far. But the meeting was not about the differing races or outlanders vs. natural, but about the Greatwood and the Fae, and so he said nothing. Ronin 's was an immediately recognized presence, and Remi smiled slightly, turning his chin towards his friend in acknowledgement of his arrival. As "From what I have heard...it is not trading that they are opposed to. I think it is simply our presence in the woods, or more specifically their village. They are protective of it, and I am not sure I see that as a problem. It is us who seem to want something from them, as Amalia has said...sure we can try to find ways of making ourselves seem worthy of their trust, but we could also just leave them to their own." Gently Remi shrugged, his blind-face turning towards it's like sunshine and whiskey
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06-18-2019, 01:28 AM
He waited for a silence to descend on the little gathering, letting others have their say before he drew breath to speak, weighing each word carefully. ”The situation is not black and white,” he began. ”The Fae are not one entity, ruled by Delah’s singular desires, any more than all humans hold the same opinions. Delah does not want us in the Woods, but that does not mean others of the Fae do not. I have made either friends or… at least friendly contact with several of the Fae,” he allowed, not wanting to overstate the power of a few interactions, but respecting the trust that Eliza and Jiao had shown him… and Weaver, as well. ”Who did not seem to mind my presence there, though I agree that we should not attempt to approach he village uninvited.” He started to nod at Remi, then realized the alchemist couldn’t see him and shot Ronin an apologetic look instead, hoping the Guildmaster could convey some of his acknowledgment of the young man’s point.
”And I, too, think the Resurrected Sword
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