THE BRUCOLAC
COURT Unseelie.
TITLE Baron of Srathmarbh, Black Omen.
OCCUPATION Baron, drugs manufacturer, political thinker gods help him, Umibōzu captain.
ABLE TO FAST-TRAVEL Yes; puca.
RESIDENCE IN 2,701 Srathmarbh.
RESIDENCE IN 2,702 Srathmarbh.
MAJOR EVENTS
PUBLICATION OF THE REDDENED HILL
Being a Personal Account of the Battle of An Carn Ban... [ ✖ ]
ADOPTION DISCUSSION
"There is no one I would want to do it more." [ ✖ ]
COMPLETION OF THE SRATHMARBH SPIRE
Description [ ✖ ]
PUBLICATION OF THE GOVERNOR
A brief meditation on what and what not to do while holding public office. [ ✖ ]
BIRTH OF SHAMASH
Description [ ✖ ]
BIRTH OF ISHTAR
Description [ ✖ ]
RESCUE OF CHILDREN
Description [ ✖ ]
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PLANS
By the time the timeskip ends, the Brucolac will be in a more stable position, his spire complete and the surrounding lands a buzzing centre of construction and commerce. He will have two children in the care of Alyosha Hazan.
SUMMARY OF KNOWN DETAILS
Beebins; daring rescue of beebins; becoming reluctantly published; stuff stuff stuff; seeing a scifi film and being the biggest nerd; building a wee town & preparing for ports & shipyards; maybe hunting cloudwhales; tsk'ing unhappily at the cult of the fox
TIMELINE OF EVENTS
| SPRING IN 2,701 (Mar, Apr, May) |
- MARCH - Publication of the Brucolac's The Reddened Hill: The Unseelie Triumph of An Càrn Bàn. Anonymous, though rumour suggests it was one of the Barons.
- MARCH - A long talk with Alyosha about adoption.
- APRIL 5TH - The Srathmarbh Spire is completed and the name 'Srathmarbh' finally begins to catch on. Construction workers are encouraged to stay and continue building on the town proper. Whispers abound of future, grander plans (the Brucolac himself ensures these whispers circulate). Various grants and start-up loans are offered to would-be business-owners.
- APRIL - Hunting cloudwhales for their precious floaty bones.
- MAY - Publication of The Governor. Anonymous/under penname.
- MAY - A run-down rural farmhouse west of Mair is chosen for the location at which to base the Brucolac & Dasha's growing drugs business.
- MAY - Aileas an Seabhac requests that the Brucolac act as her diplomat to help smoothe over tensions between the vampires and the elves.
- MAY - Those fucking swans. The Brucolac will scoop up a few and be seen to pour what wealth is gained from them straight back into Srathmarbh.
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| SUMMER IN 2,701 (Jun, Jul, Aug) |
- JUNE - Two vampire entrepreneurs take advantage of the Brucolac's offered start-up loans and begin to create a printing press in Srathmarbh.
- JUNE - The Brucolac participates in the Treun summer tourney, in the Melee category! Yseult comes to watch; the rumours which have long abounded about the Brucolac's kept woman in Mair become noisier. The event ends terribly for them when, during the daytime, Yseult is attacked by copycats of the fox cult for her association with shardbearers.
- JULY - Perhaps it's the rich heat of the summer sun which the slakemoths respond to? Or the blood in the air. They wrap themselves up in cocoons and emerge terrible, but are manageable. Don't ask how.
- JULY - An attempt is made to feed one Mr Bones to the slakemoths.
- AUGUST - The Festival of Shadow.
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| FALL IN 2,701 (Sept, Oct, Nov) |
- EARLY SEPTEMBER - The Brucolac is affected by the scrambling of the translation enchantment; he speaks some stilted Drabbish, and a whole heap of languages from his world, which are all totally useless to him. Expect terrible handwriting and a lot of gestures. Also expect one great big universally-understandable I TOLD YOU SO.
- SEPTEMBER - The Srathmarbh press is complete and ready for business! Grants for teachers and educators, or literate people wishing to become teachers and educators, are refined and more widely publicised.
- SEPTEMBER 29TH - Birth of Shamash, son of Verla.
- OCTOBER 3RD - Birth of Ishtar, daughter of Yseult.
- OCTOBER 5TH? - By the grace of the Unseelie monarchs, the children are returned, delivered safely to the arms of Alyosha Hazan.
- OCTOBER 25TH - 30TH - Samhain! An excuse to be naked with loved ones.
- NOVEMBER - Some of the escaped criminals are former employees of Mr Bones, out for vengeance or perhaps out for gainful employment now that Mr Bones is no longer quite the force he was. The Brucolac puts out feelers to ascertain various situations and deal with them appropriately.
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| WINTER IN 2,701/2,702 (Dec, Jan, Feb) |
- DECEMBER - The Brucolac stays far away from the White Hart. No thanks. Srathmarbh will hold a fervent Yule celebration, which promises to become a tradition.
- JANUARY - Fuck, what do you mean the slakemoths bred? Oh fuck.
- FEBRUARY - Yseult causes controversy at the Ostara Festival by anonymously submitting a work named Blindeye, a great abstract mural of wild colours meant to be touched and stroked and stared at with unease. It is torched by a traditionalist. The Brucolac tries to use this to distract from possible re-emergence of elf/vampir tensions caused by the assassinations of elven artists.
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| SPRING IN 2,702 (Mar, Apr) |
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vrykolakas) wrote2015-02-06 09:01 pm
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"Y-your business here, shardbearer?" The first manages after a moment, making an effort to sound far more in control and authoritative than he clearly felt, and his partner grimaced at his brief stammer.
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"Get me his lordship," he said, his voice sounding far away in his own ears, but not without authority. Mechanical, calm. The children were far too light in his arms. He could feel Shamash trembling. "In fact, you," nodding to the guard who had stammered his inquiry, "take me to him, now. And you," indicating the other, "fetch a doctor. I trust nothing about this situation looks like anything that can wait."
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After a moment, wherein he seems to be wistfully pretending he wasn't suddenly responsible for this mess, the poor guard looks back to the Brucolac and gestures meekly for him to follow him down the corridor.
They reach a door flanked by soldiers after a few tense minutes of walking, and an awkward silent moment ensues with the new pair staring at the vampire with obvious confusion and discomfort while the Brucolac's guide struggles for some explanation.
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He doesn't even know why he's seeking out Saralegui; what he needs most urgently is the doctor he sent the other guard to find, but someone he knows—he needs to see someone, anyone he knows, to reassure himself he's back in the world above ground, that this isn't some hellish feverdream concocted by the underworld spirits who had been trying to suck the life from his children.
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A long, tense few moments in which no answer comes, and the guard who'd knocked exhales a sighing breath and opens the door slightly, stepping neatly inside and closing the door after him.
It's another uncomfortable few minutes with the remaining two soldiers silently trading looks and shuffling their feet before the door opens again. The guard who'd entered steps back out looking rather sheepish, and Saralegui himself takes his place in the doorway. Bleary-eyed and dressed in his nightclothes, it's clear he'd been sleeping, and that he's the type who's slow to wake up.
"Brucolac...?" The sorta-greeting is half mumbled, and the young lord steadies himself against the doorframe, looking like he could theoretically fall right back asleep standing there. For once, his glasses are nowhere to be found, and his golden eyes blink repeatedly as if trying to force them to stay open. His brow furrows, and it takes another moment before he seems to properly register the scene before him. "...What on earth are you wearing?"
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When he sees Saralegui, it's with a rush of relief so strong his knees almost buckle. Almost. He disguises it with a brisk step forward, walking straight by the young lord and into the room beyond, and barking, "Reul's armour. It's a long godsdamn story. I need you to take Sha—the boy. Shamash. Here." He leans close enough that the baby can be plucked from the crook of his arm. "Saralegui, please. I haven't the bodyheat to warm him up, shitssake."
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Turning back to face the Brucolac and slightly more awake, he starts in with a "What are you--" before suddenly the vampire is leaning towards him with an offered baby.
That certainly wakes him the rest of the way.
"What?" he repeats, bewildered, and by the way his hands hover in front of him almost defensively, you'd think the Brucolac was trying to hand him a bomb.
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He breaks eye contact suddenly, and the mesmer snaps; he's casting about for a fireplace. The moment he sets eyes on one, a flame leaps into being in it.
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He's never held a baby before, rarely even been within twenty feet of one, and it's embarrassingly obvious. Both hands gripping the little squirming thing under its arms, he holds it at a distance from himself. The Brucolac's appearance and trick with the fire should be holding his attention, but the child is trembling and he's distracted by a surge of quiet alarm.
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When he looks over at Saralegui, it's with a breath of frustration. "Against your shoulder. Hold his head and keep him close. Have you never held a child before? Is kissing babies not something politicians do where you come from?"
There's fear in his voice, not just anger. A kind of near-hysteria which he's forcing aggressively down. Ishtar whines and he hugs her tighter, shushes her; reaches out his free hand into the fire until the metal is warmed out of its unnaturally cold state. He tests it against his own cheek, not wanting to burn her, then cups the back of her head with the artifically heated gauntlet.
"They're quick," he says, his voice quiet and shocked, though he means it to be an explanation instead of a confession of amazement. "Alive, I mean." Not like him.
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But he tries anyway, supplementing the quick commands with an awkward mimicry of how the Brucolac is holding the other one. His mouth twists with the way he can feel the tiny child shaking and squirming against him, and the look he gives the vampire standing before his fire is pathetically lost.
"What's going on?"
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He sounds exhausted, which is the first clue he himself has to just how tired he is. It surprises him, and then he can't stop feeling it. "Hell." He tries to rally himself and explain: "I sent one of your men for a doctor. They've been...they're very young. Haven't been fed or kept warm properly."
A beat, and he adds: "They are mine, I haven't simply...taken up charity. It's, ah...a convoluted story."
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"And why did you being them here?"
It sounds more unkind than intended, heavily tinged with his discomfort and uncertainty and irritation. But it's a reasonable question, in his opinion -- the Brucolac has never been subtle about his obviously mixed feelings on Redgate's new lord, and Saralegui wouldn't in a thousand years assume he was the vampire's first choice to go to in any emergency.
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"I didn't," he said. "Turns out the armour is. Good at getting the job done. I just stepped into nowhere and ended up here."
No, he had ended up in the courtyard, and he knows precisely why. He had stepped into nowhere and trusted he would find somewhere safe; he had ended up in the first place he had found something like solace in the Drabwurld. It made sense.
He looked to Sara. His face was drawn with weariness, but he managed the faintest smirk. Self-deprecating. "Sentiment. Most likely."
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His focus was returned to the child in his arms by a weak wriggling as the scrawny little thing curled closer to the warmth of his chest. The glance he gave it was deeply unsure, but he stiffly, slowly took a seat by the fire.
"Is that the High King's?" he asked after a short stretch of silence, after the baby had stilled a bit. Reul had been absent for his most recent monarch interaction, but he still somewhat remembered the suit of armor that had been sitting by silently when Morla gave him that first quest that lead to everything else.
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"Yes," he replies. "A boon, long ago. I asked for the King and Queen's help in protecting these two." He sighs. "They have...done well by me. I won't trespass too long on your hospitality, Saralegui. I have to bring them to Aly."
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"Ah," he answers flatly, distracted. There's no attempt made to hide his grimace at mention of the monarchs and the Brucolac's appreciation of them. "Are they hers? I would have guessed the woman you brought to the tournament."
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"Yes. But Aly...will mother them. They're hers in all but blood." He glances up, about to say obviously this must be kept quiet—but sod it, Saralegui knows that.
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He lifts the child towards the Brucolac a little in way of gesture and immediately regrets it as its whining increases in volume, agitated by the movement and loss of warmth. Saralegui shoots the Brucolac a helpless look, replacing the little thing against his shoulder.