TIMESKIP.

[vrykolakas]

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 [ ✖ ]

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. 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. 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. 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. SPRING IN 2,702 (Mar, Apr) DATE - Description DATE - Description DATE - Description

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[vrykolakas]

"Precisely why I'm so in love with that—" gesturing here towards the ocean at large "—briny hell-bitch, with all her dark secrets. You heard about Reynard dumping us in the sea? Of course you did." Laughing now, he explained, "Once we were all of us not in immediate danger of drowning or being bludgeoned by a seacreature, I had fun aboard that godsdamn wreck. There's something wrong with me, I'm sure." In response to her pinch, he nudged her in the ribs, their shoulders knocking companionably together.

"Speaking of the terrors I inevitably embroil myself with, would you meet Yseult?" he asked, trying to keep his tone light, but meaning it quite seriously.

[fairyfoes]

"I heard!" she crowed, voice quiet and throaty, enriched with her own delight. "Didn't envy you fuckers a damn bit; imagined how fast I'd have sunk from solid ground and toasted your mad skills for survival from a safer vantage." Her mouth crimped with a smile she couldn't suppress entirely, eyes darkly and delightedly flashing beneath half-lowered lashes at his 'there's something wrong with me'.

She cleared her throat rather than comment, and toed the ground like a schoolboy at his offer. "Shit, do you think that's wise?" Her fingers fidgeted with her glasses. She lightly kicked a spray of pebbles away with the heel of her boot. "If I were living I'd be sheeting sweat just thinking of it. What if I said the wrong thing, cocked it up, and she didn't approve of me?"

[vrykolakas]

Her show of nerves touched something slightly painful and longing in him. He quickly averted his eyes. "Well, from your treatise, she thinks you're an authoritarian bitch. But one with sensible ideas. She makes a great fuss of abstaining from wine, but she does it all the same. You'd have no trouble proving her wrong about you."

Finally he drew his eyes from the sea and looked back to her profile. Hands in his pockets, he nudged her shoulder with his. "I won't force you. But the offer's open. Should you want to be sure she's keeping well. And I think it might...please her. She doesn't say as much, but she's had me promise to find a good home for the boy."

[fairyfoes]

"Authoritarian bitch. Ah," She sighed, without rancor, head tipping back to raise her eyes to the slate sky. Smiled a little. "Well. I'm grateful she's been willing to listen." And she sounded it, heavily.

His nudge made her smile, and she leaned towards it; lightly now, having seen how he rubbed at it, and looked up at him. "It's an offer I'll take; and if my hand shakes a little, I'll try to be in charming form otherwise. I... want to meet her, despite all my nerves. It's somehow easier to be brave when it's my life on the line and not my heart."

[vrykolakas]

"Ah, yes," he said, grin splitting his features, momentarily looping an arm about her shoulders to squeeze her tight, "and you are so famed for doing things which are easy, aren't you."

He dropped his hand. Best not to linger, and best too not to stare too earnestly. Still, there was an easiness to his smile which had been rare enough of late. He could feel it himself, in how strange the expression seemed to him. "I'll propose it to her, then."

[fairyfoes]

"And are you the pot, or the kettle?" She teased from inside the embrace, leaning, forked tongue flicking in clear amusement. But when he dropped his arm, her attention flit away, almost regretfully.

She put a short stride of distance between them, watching the sea, returned the glasses atop her head.

"If she agrees, you need only give me a date, time, and place. And... and of course, if there's anything she should need... or that you should need to see to her care, her happiness," she spared a look to him again, her meaning clear.