Mister Brucolac? Mister Brucolac, are you there?
[Not for a few moments. There's a rustling sound and an irritable grunt. It's pretty early in the evening.]
Seem like a trick question.
Miss Liddell. I thought you must have survived. [He's even vaguely pleased about it.]
Seem like a trick question.
Miss Liddell. I thought you must have survived. [He's even vaguely pleased about it.]
No. It's never been the right time.
You have a question for them?
You have a question for them?
"Look, I'm being clever and asking for help before doing something stupid. Aren't you pleased?"
"Explain what that means before I answer the question."
Hey. Dunno if you remember me, but--I've got a warning for you. Someone you really ought to avoid.
I know your voice. Samhain, the vampir with the enchanted chocolates.
Who and why?
Who and why?
Dear fellow shard bearer,
I was hoping I might be able to have a chat with you about a couple of things, at the behest of Higgin, the majordomo of Caer Scima. I'm looking to take note of your current whereabouts and any special abilities you may have or may have been granted by Morla.
I appreciate that this is actually very forward, but you'd be doing me an incredible favour by getting in touch.
Sincerely,
Kieren Walker
I was hoping I might be able to have a chat with you about a couple of things, at the behest of Higgin, the majordomo of Caer Scima. I'm looking to take note of your current whereabouts and any special abilities you may have or may have been granted by Morla.
I appreciate that this is actually very forward, but you'd be doing me an incredible favour by getting in touch.
Sincerely,
Kieren Walker
[ You can assume he gave up his heart piece after he found it and told Bruc he was going to research the way to destroy it. ]
Brucolac. I have found what you were looking for.
[ The sound of rapid page turning ]
Place the heart in a silver basin filled with enough morning dew to submerge it entirely. The... the surface of the water must be covered with red-striped anemone petals and left in full sunlight. Anemone petals? I assume we can find some. Either way, then, by moonlight remove it from the water. It must be struck by a blade with the edge slicked in the bearer's blood.
Brucolac. I have found what you were looking for.
[ The sound of rapid page turning ]
Place the heart in a silver basin filled with enough morning dew to submerge it entirely. The... the surface of the water must be covered with red-striped anemone petals and left in full sunlight. Anemone petals? I assume we can find some. Either way, then, by moonlight remove it from the water. It must be struck by a blade with the edge slicked in the bearer's blood.
[A loud hiss; it's early enough, and late enough in the year, that the sun has not yet risen.]
...Good.
We will search for the necessary artefacts. It will be done by tonight. Come if you wish to be party to it; we will not wait.
My thanks.
...Good.
We will search for the necessary artefacts. It will be done by tonight. Come if you wish to be party to it; we will not wait.
My thanks.
[left in his room in Caer Scima is a black coat, neatly folded. it's been made to fit him, cut more for style than for warmth--he doesn't need the latter--and on the inside, there's several cleverly hidden pockets. a note is laid on the top.]
By now, I hope you've had some time to rest with all that has been said and done. Happy Yule.
-G.S.
By now, I hope you've had some time to rest with all that has been said and done. Happy Yule.
-G.S.
[A note arrives with to a number of bolts of thick, soft fabric a shade of deep, vermillion red. One bolt is striped with deep, lustrous gold, and a sprig of mistletoe is pinned to it.]
Lady Grell,
Forgive my lateness, and the fact that I'm giving you a present which is half-finished. I was resting too much. If the colour and material pleases you, I'm sure you and the castle's tailors can fashion something far beyond my own suggestions.
May winter's bite lack teeth, and may yours be as wicked as ever,
The Brucolac.
Lady Grell,
Forgive my lateness, and the fact that I'm giving you a present which is half-finished. I was resting too much. If the colour and material pleases you, I'm sure you and the castle's tailors can fashion something far beyond my own suggestions.
May winter's bite lack teeth, and may yours be as wicked as ever,
The Brucolac.
Your presence is requsted at the Barrel on 3 January, at or around 10 pm. We will be closing early to allow for a question and answer session with Alyosha regarding past and present events and for general information sharing. Treat this invitation with discretion.
Please respond to this message so that we might have a headcount of who to expect.
With gratitude
-Lord El-Melloi II
[ooc: A log for this will go up on 28 December!]
Please respond to this message so that we might have a headcount of who to expect.
With gratitude
-Lord El-Melloi II
[ooc: A log for this will go up on 28 December!]
[The Brucolac donates the biscuits to his puca, keeps the tea for visitors and the cup and card for himself. Imps deliver a note and a gift in return.]
May winter's bite be without teeth, and the moon brighten even the longest nights.
Relax.
The Brucolac.
[The gift, adorned with a sprig of mistletoe, is a book of illustrated myths and legends, the colours enchanted to shift and twist under the eye.]
May winter's bite be without teeth, and the moon brighten even the longest nights.
Relax.
The Brucolac.
[The gift, adorned with a sprig of mistletoe, is a book of illustrated myths and legends, the colours enchanted to shift and twist under the eye.]
[ A pigeon will bring the Brucolac a set of dog tags with his name in both Drabbish and English on it and a bulk pack of hair bands. ]
[It returns to John with a note, and a sprig of holly.]
Bird couldn't carry your gift, fuck if I've got the time to work out how to get it to your fortress. So there's a bottle at the Barrel which has your name very literally on it. May winter's bite lack teeth; the contents of said bottle should help with that.
Bird couldn't carry your gift, fuck if I've got the time to work out how to get it to your fortress. So there's a bottle at the Barrel which has your name very literally on it. May winter's bite lack teeth; the contents of said bottle should help with that.
Edited 2014-12-27 01:13 (UTC)
[ Delivered by imp is a vial necklace; pulling up the cap will reveal a small blade.
She just sent you a doggy bag for meals, Brucolac. ]
She just sent you a doggy bag for meals, Brucolac. ]
[ Delivered to his room, wrapped in a square of leather to protect it during travel, is a book and a note.
The book, 'Vampire Histories of Allaidh Darach', is old and little-opened if the spine is any indication. It begins with the many mythical origin stories of vampires (that vampires and other creatures of the night were sired by Black Shuck on the moon; that they were moon-blessed or moon-cursed mortals; dumb zombies who rediscovered their souls) through brief summaries of truly ancient history, and nearer to the present day, accountings so detailed that they suggested the author might have personally been a witness.
Should he read it, the history would be one of rise to momentous powers, of grand and hidden moonlit kingdoms, vicious internal politicking... and slow and certain decline almost always precipitated by shardbearer warfare. If the author is even remotely reliable, the united clans of vampires had fallen from the rulership of their own kingdom to a ragged band of scattered near-refugee clans.
He'd learn that the habits of the Midnight Court are reflective of a native vampiric tradition meant to settle disputes between warring clans. That within the last two centuries, the rise of a great contagion released upon the North as a matter of warfare affected vampires and other undead to great devastation, forced many elders to slay their maddened children, more than halving the vampiric population in a time of great grief which has not been recovered from. Tzilan himself is mentioned to varying degrees, alongside other notable ancients: Lainost, Aileas an Seabhac, and Morogh Morven, each long-lived and powerful leaders of disparate clans all residing in various stretches of the North.
The letter reads only, ]
Keep on this track, Brucolac, and I will kill you and call it a mercy no matter the oaths I've sworn.
The book, 'Vampire Histories of Allaidh Darach', is old and little-opened if the spine is any indication. It begins with the many mythical origin stories of vampires (that vampires and other creatures of the night were sired by Black Shuck on the moon; that they were moon-blessed or moon-cursed mortals; dumb zombies who rediscovered their souls) through brief summaries of truly ancient history, and nearer to the present day, accountings so detailed that they suggested the author might have personally been a witness.
Should he read it, the history would be one of rise to momentous powers, of grand and hidden moonlit kingdoms, vicious internal politicking... and slow and certain decline almost always precipitated by shardbearer warfare. If the author is even remotely reliable, the united clans of vampires had fallen from the rulership of their own kingdom to a ragged band of scattered near-refugee clans.
He'd learn that the habits of the Midnight Court are reflective of a native vampiric tradition meant to settle disputes between warring clans. That within the last two centuries, the rise of a great contagion released upon the North as a matter of warfare affected vampires and other undead to great devastation, forced many elders to slay their maddened children, more than halving the vampiric population in a time of great grief which has not been recovered from. Tzilan himself is mentioned to varying degrees, alongside other notable ancients: Lainost, Aileas an Seabhac, and Morogh Morven, each long-lived and powerful leaders of disparate clans all residing in various stretches of the North.
The letter reads only, ]
Keep on this track, Brucolac, and I will kill you and call it a mercy no matter the oaths I've sworn.
Thank you.
[The note, and the box it is inside, is late finding Tzilan. Accompanying it in the box is a sprig of holly, a moon relic blessed in a sacrificial ritual at a shrine just outside Mair, and another sheet of paper which reveals itself to be a handwritten transcription of the words of a song or poem. It seems like a folk-lyric, and it details the love, death, rise, vengeance, remorse and death, in that order, of a woman who is carefully not called a vampir; the Brucolac appends, 'From my world, no invention of mine.']
[The note, and the box it is inside, is late finding Tzilan. Accompanying it in the box is a sprig of holly, a moon relic blessed in a sacrificial ritual at a shrine just outside Mair, and another sheet of paper which reveals itself to be a handwritten transcription of the words of a song or poem. It seems like a folk-lyric, and it details the love, death, rise, vengeance, remorse and death, in that order, of a woman who is carefully not called a vampir; the Brucolac appends, 'From my world, no invention of mine.']
[ Delivered with a sprig of holly is a leather scroll-roll. Curled inside are three sheets of paper. One was a distractingly artful black-ink illustration of the Brucolac himself, in Unseelie armor and scowling distractedly over a landscape of battle-carnage and broken banners, titled neatly at the bottom in the manner of artistic renditions accompanying text in books, "Bad Tempered Commander of Caer Scima, Midwinter 5700 U.H."
There was also a letter, and another sheet of paper with scratched symbols he couldn't read drawn in rust-dried blood in an intricate pattern of radials. ]
Sir,
What can I say but thank you? Thank you. I think often on what you said, and our battle.
I've given you a little spell to carry with you. Tear the page and it'll freeze your enemies where they stand. Just a spare few seconds, but every second counts in a battle.
With hope of peace for both of us,
Linnaea Rรฉultbhuรญon
There was also a letter, and another sheet of paper with scratched symbols he couldn't read drawn in rust-dried blood in an intricate pattern of radials. ]
Sir,
What can I say but thank you? Thank you. I think often on what you said, and our battle.
I've given you a little spell to carry with you. Tear the page and it'll freeze your enemies where they stand. Just a spare few seconds, but every second counts in a battle.
With hope of peace for both of us,
Linnaea Rรฉultbhuรญon
Linnaea,
You don't need to thank me.
The portrait goes with the embarrassingly few treasured possessions I have in Allaidh Darach; the spell goes with me, and I anticipate it being of use.
Moon charm and keep you, and rid the longer nights of terror,
The Brucolac.
[The letter arrives somewhat late, but with a small sprig of mistletoe and a silver pendant, a tiny oval, containing a stylised and symmetrical twinflower design. Also enclosed is a moon relic, a white circular stone, smooth in the palm, blessed at a shrine near Mair.]
You don't need to thank me.
The portrait goes with the embarrassingly few treasured possessions I have in Allaidh Darach; the spell goes with me, and I anticipate it being of use.
Moon charm and keep you, and rid the longer nights of terror,
The Brucolac.
[The letter arrives somewhat late, but with a small sprig of mistletoe and a silver pendant, a tiny oval, containing a stylised and symmetrical twinflower design. Also enclosed is a moon relic, a white circular stone, smooth in the palm, blessed at a shrine near Mair.]
Edited 2014-12-26 18:27 (UTC)
Do you ever stop worrying that you'll slice your own lip with these things?
[ G'wan, guess what 'these things' are. ]
[ G'wan, guess what 'these things' are. ]
What?
[...oh.
Yes; Harry had been looking a little scaly at the Barrel, but the Brucolac had been concentrating on getting in and out with as much information and as little unpleasant awkwardness between him and Alyosha as possible.
Delicately:]
Is this something we should discuss while we can see each other?
[Go on, turn on video, he wants to see your tiny fangs.]
[...oh.
Yes; Harry had been looking a little scaly at the Barrel, but the Brucolac had been concentrating on getting in and out with as much information and as little unpleasant awkwardness between him and Alyosha as possible.
Delicately:]
Is this something we should discuss while we can see each other?
[Go on, turn on video, he wants to see your tiny fangs.]
Not even more dead, are you?
Lightly browned, nothing worse. You got back, I assume?
[An imp arrives with a letter for the Brucolac, bearing a purple wax seal with the Unseelie cleg pressed into it. The imp mutters something about 'DuLlew' wanting him to hand it directly to the Brucolac and no one else before disappearing as imps tend to do.]
Baron Brucolac,
I invite you to attend the Vampire Conclave in the shadow of the Three Sentinels with my delegation on January Twentieth of the current year for official Court business. With your Drabwurld brethren fleeing Seelie elven persecution, we will offer them solace, land and aid in exchange for alliance. There are elven warriors en route to Dorchadas to fight underneath the Seelie banner and hope there are eager vampires looking to sink their teeth into their elven enemies. I seek your expertise in treating with the Conclave.
General Saber
-Right Hand of Reul
-Knight of the Necroveil
-Champion of Redgate
-King of Knights
Baron Brucolac,
I invite you to attend the Vampire Conclave in the shadow of the Three Sentinels with my delegation on January Twentieth of the current year for official Court business. With your Drabwurld brethren fleeing Seelie elven persecution, we will offer them solace, land and aid in exchange for alliance. There are elven warriors en route to Dorchadas to fight underneath the Seelie banner and hope there are eager vampires looking to sink their teeth into their elven enemies. I seek your expertise in treating with the Conclave.
General Saber
-Right Hand of Reul
-Knight of the Necroveil
-Champion of Redgate
-King of Knights
[The imp chases him up to Cul Lairid Orc, but the blood granite baffles it, and it struggles with the terrain; it returns to Saber in a very sulky mood, the seal of the letter unbroken.]
Edited 2015-01-17 12:42 (UTC)
[Following this]
When you have a chance, give me a date and time that you'd be available to discuss some finer details of what you approached my associate about earlier this month.
When you have a chance, give me a date and time that you'd be available to discuss some finer details of what you approached my associate about earlier this month.
[The letter is delivered by Raven. The hand writing is done in a flowing script.]
Hello Baron Brucolac, I hope this note finds you well.
I realize we have never spoken before, but I am Vanessa Ives, current ruler of the First Spire.
I thought it would be best to open a formal dialogue between the two of us, as we will most likely be working together to ensure the safety our fellow Unseelie.
If you ever wish to visit, please, do not hesitate to send me notice.
Regards,
Vanessa Ives.
Hello Baron Brucolac, I hope this note finds you well.
I realize we have never spoken before, but I am Vanessa Ives, current ruler of the First Spire.
I thought it would be best to open a formal dialogue between the two of us, as we will most likely be working together to ensure the safety our fellow Unseelie.
If you ever wish to visit, please, do not hesitate to send me notice.
Regards,
Vanessa Ives.
[The letter is delivered by an imp, and the hand overneat; dictated, not written.]
Baronness Ives,
An excellent idea. For the sake of both our tower-sites, it may be prudent to share some resources and information; bad neighbours make for bad massacres, in my experience. Given that we chiefly have the Criostal in common, best to enlighten you as to my plans and projections in that area.
- Fortify the bridges closest to my own spire; this is a matter of protecting the site rather than Caer Scima, as your tower is on the opposite bank, and one does not need to cross the Criostal in order to reach the fortress.
- Examine the possibility of building a millpond and watermill, as part of a process of job creation and making the spire less dependent upon Caer Scima's generosity; likely something to explore once there is a lull of peace, and potentially something to collaborate on.
- When the river-nymphs have thawed a little, meeting with them and offering tributes in the hope of establishing a cordial relationship which isn't going to end with them gnawing our bones. I have dealings with other parts of the Sisterhood already; whether that will help or not, only time and teeth may tell. If you wish to be involved in the effort, I'd welcome your company.
Yours,
The Brucolac.
Baronness Ives,
An excellent idea. For the sake of both our tower-sites, it may be prudent to share some resources and information; bad neighbours make for bad massacres, in my experience. Given that we chiefly have the Criostal in common, best to enlighten you as to my plans and projections in that area.
- Fortify the bridges closest to my own spire; this is a matter of protecting the site rather than Caer Scima, as your tower is on the opposite bank, and one does not need to cross the Criostal in order to reach the fortress.
- Examine the possibility of building a millpond and watermill, as part of a process of job creation and making the spire less dependent upon Caer Scima's generosity; likely something to explore once there is a lull of peace, and potentially something to collaborate on.
- When the river-nymphs have thawed a little, meeting with them and offering tributes in the hope of establishing a cordial relationship which isn't going to end with them gnawing our bones. I have dealings with other parts of the Sisterhood already; whether that will help or not, only time and teeth may tell. If you wish to be involved in the effort, I'd welcome your company.
Yours,
The Brucolac.
Edited 2015-01-19 11:15 (UTC)
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2015-01-19 06:45 am (UTC)(link)
Sir Barfsalot,
You totally have a spire right by me.
We should party sometime and chill out and bang a bunch of women.
Y/N
Please circle one.
Yours Awesomely,
Sterling Archer
You totally have a spire right by me.
We should party sometime and chill out and bang a bunch of women.
Y/N
Please circle one.
Yours Awesomely,
Sterling Archer
I don't fucking know you and I am not holding your hand for moral support while you try to get women into bed with you.
[ Delivered through the aid of an amethyst owl (with the familiar scent of the blood of his business associate) is a compass wrapped up in a note. With it comes the explanation that this was a gift and when he chooses to activate it, he'll see a list of the people he can contact briefly through this magical artifact. ]
OOC | Now it's time for the copy/pasta. Alyosha commissioned Rin to make enchanted items to act as a new communication device for certain individuals. In the form of a compass that flips open, the design is unique to each character (of your own choosing, of course) and could be as old as you like. Some could have possibly come from outside the Drabwurld. No compass is alike in appearance, therefore if seen it might be difficult to tell who could be contacted with it. A brief blurb on this can be found here under Jorลgumo as well as a list of individuals who have access to this communication network at any given time.
For now, the list for the first batch are:Alice Liddel, the Brucolac, Flora, Grell Sutcliffe, Harry Potter, John Grimm, Lancer (Diarmuid Ua Duibhne), Lord El-Melloi II (Waver Velvet), Rin Tohsaka, Saber (Arturia Pendragon), & Alyosha of Redgate. }
OOC | Now it's time for the copy/pasta. Alyosha commissioned Rin to make enchanted items to act as a new communication device for certain individuals. In the form of a compass that flips open, the design is unique to each character (of your own choosing, of course) and could be as old as you like. Some could have possibly come from outside the Drabwurld. No compass is alike in appearance, therefore if seen it might be difficult to tell who could be contacted with it. A brief blurb on this can be found here under Jorลgumo as well as a list of individuals who have access to this communication network at any given time.
For now, the list for the first batch are:
Alice Liddel, the Brucolac, Flora, Grell Sutcliffe, Harry Potter, John Grimm, Lancer (Diarmuid Ua Duibhne), Lord El-Melloi II (Waver Velvet), Rin Tohsaka, Saber (Arturia Pendragon), & Alyosha of Redgate. }I meant to ask you during the previous meeting, but hell if I was getting between you, Rin, and boats: have you been getting requests from spire barons about how do I politics here? Or am I just special?
You, too? Morla must have us marked.
I'm just going to send them all a long letter and be done with it.
I'm just going to send them all a long letter and be done with it.
[ The Black Horse Courier delivers the letter, hand-written and bearing the seal of the Red Hand ]
Baron Brucolac,
Relieved to hear you made it back from Mt. Verla. Thought you dead some nights on word of J.G.; hope all is well.
The Red Hand is contracted by Caer Glaem. Trying to make political inroads; needed funding sorely. Will be on the forward lines, over nights, throughout the month. Dance with me, at least once?
Official word being sent through more formal channels, but the clans of our kin will keep in the North. Recommended some names to you, please keep them well, very dear to me.
My best to you,
A. H.
Baron Brucolac,
Relieved to hear you made it back from Mt. Verla. Thought you dead some nights on word of J.G.; hope all is well.
The Red Hand is contracted by Caer Glaem. Trying to make political inroads; needed funding sorely. Will be on the forward lines, over nights, throughout the month. Dance with me, at least once?
Official word being sent through more formal channels, but the clans of our kin will keep in the North. Recommended some names to you, please keep them well, very dear to me.
My best to you,
A. H.
[ It's clear she's pressed the damn thing close to her mouth; it carries every tremble in her voice, every strangled snarl, echoes with the sounds of men dying in pain. ]
Just fucking woke and had the word on Caer Scima.
[ Linn and Harry were there. There's some utterly inhuman quality to the bleak, black rage in her voice; it crackles like lightning, snaps like the rapport of a whip. ]
I'm going there. Half-hour foray. My lines can hold, my lieutenant is informed. If there's anything you want saved, any person you want found, say it now.
Just fucking woke and had the word on Caer Scima.
[ Linn and Harry were there. There's some utterly inhuman quality to the bleak, black rage in her voice; it crackles like lightning, snaps like the rapport of a whip. ]
I'm going there. Half-hour foray. My lines can hold, my lieutenant is informed. If there's anything you want saved, any person you want found, say it now.
[He nearly tells her not to go; that she's walking into a deathtrap, that she'll get herself killed for nothing.
He hauls in his breath and stops himself. Swallows, a dry clicking sound.]
Girl called Effy. Human. Sixteen. Brown hair, big eyes. Smells of smoke, dope, weird chymical shit.
[Other than her, I value what you value.]
Good luck.
He hauls in his breath and stops himself. Swallows, a dry clicking sound.]
Girl called Effy. Human. Sixteen. Brown hair, big eyes. Smells of smoke, dope, weird chymical shit.
[Other than her, I value what you value.]
Good luck.
Baron Brucolac,
I have been asked by Lord El-Melloi II to escort Unseelie refugees - shardbearers and non-shardbearers alike - to your spire. There are a fair number, seventy-three in all, and that is if the number remains until we set out. We may well add more by that time. We shall be setting out first thing in the morning, and expect to arrive in approximately a week.
I contact you not only to inform you of these specifics, but to ask whether you are in need of any supplies that I might find a way to bring to you. Additionally, I would offer service in anything you may require upon arrival. I am a trained and certified medical doctor, among other things. Keep it in mind.
-Berserker
I have been asked by Lord El-Melloi II to escort Unseelie refugees - shardbearers and non-shardbearers alike - to your spire. There are a fair number, seventy-three in all, and that is if the number remains until we set out. We may well add more by that time. We shall be setting out first thing in the morning, and expect to arrive in approximately a week.
I contact you not only to inform you of these specifics, but to ask whether you are in need of any supplies that I might find a way to bring to you. Additionally, I would offer service in anything you may require upon arrival. I am a trained and certified medical doctor, among other things. Keep it in mind.
-Berserker
Berserker,
You do me a great service. I will be in place at the spire to greet you in a week's time, and to settle the refugees; we don't lack for rations or fresh water, but bedding, medical supplies and tents are in hard demand. More physicians would be a blessing; if you can lend your hands to the effort, I don't propose to let your services go unrewarded.
The Brucolac
Baron of the Ninth Spire
You do me a great service. I will be in place at the spire to greet you in a week's time, and to settle the refugees; we don't lack for rations or fresh water, but bedding, medical supplies and tents are in hard demand. More physicians would be a blessing; if you can lend your hands to the effort, I don't propose to let your services go unrewarded.
The Brucolac
Baron of the Ninth Spire
Still among the unliving?
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