☆ A Special Delegation Arrives

[moustre]

It's unmistakable, how a ship rolls into the harbor one day bearing a flag unlike that of Aefenglom's, with triple stars sewn bright gold against the dark blue of its fabric, and Captain Heuf clears the way for three figures as they move down the gangplank: A tall, thin woman with the same symbol pinned at her breast, a shorter, plumper woman with it shining proudly in her hair, and the last is a hooded figure who follows with a limp in their step, hands black and distinctly pointed.

The paper rings out hours after with a headline that's bold and practically screaming in its delight: Dorchacht's Ambassadors Arrive By Sea, and the Coven opens its doors to their biggest audience hall they can afford to give up at the time of day on request of the ambassadors themselves. Once all who wish to attend have attended, a gradual hush is put upon the crowd and the shortest of the trio climbs upon stairs offered up to the podium stationed in the middle of the heightened stage, round, heart-shaped face beaming as she speaks with a quick tongue.

"My oh my oh my, if this isn't just far too exciting! Hello hello hello, thank you all for comin' to welcome us here today! I'm Dorchacht's shining star, most brilliant inventor--"

"And humble beyond words," the tallest speaks dryly, evidently the oldest from the tremble of her voice. Her face is far more angular, sharp in every way, with a coolness to her gaze. "Really, Hilda, have you no sense of decorum? We are ambassadors here today."

Hilda giggles and waves her hand. "Oh, you're just far too uptight, Bryn. We're ambassadors, yes, but more than that we are here as friends, now aren't we? Hm? Don't you agree?"

Bryn rolls her eyes and motions her on, crossing her arms.

"Right! Now then, as Bryn says, we're ambassadors from Dorchacht -- the new Dorchacht, change brought on by the love of her people. We'd like to extend our hands, palms open and sleeves drawn back, to Aefenglom's people, in thanks for taking care of our wayward refugees... and as thanks for those who assisted, in their own ways, in helping us be rid of Dorchacht's former Coven head, Morgana Drummond."

A murmur goes across the crowd, Witch, non-Witch, and Monster alike, and Bryn steps forward more prominently.

"I can imagine the questions some or most of you may have in regards to the current state of Dorchacht, and we will answer the specifics later. For the moment, we are able to confirm that in place of a central leader which heads the Coven and city itself we have established a Circle of Three, with those three being ourselves. Hilda here, despite her flighty tone, was the Resistance's prime inventor, and some of you may recognize her as such from your time there."

"Bryn's the mother of the section leader whom you helped as well, may his soul rest easy." Bryn dips her head at Hilda's words, smile pursed. "She's taken up his cause as her own, and we thank her for it."

There's a pause as the women look at each other, and Bryn raises an eyebrow. Hilda glances at their hooded companion, who seems content to stay at the back where they stood in the first place, and then clears her throat.

"And, ah, our shy companion here the former Bonded of Drummond, who is currently without a name, so we've-- I've taken to calling them Starlight, and Bryn's simply been referring to them as The Dragon. Whichever is fine, they don't seem to care too much about things like that.

"Nonetheless! Nonetheless," Hilda's quick to continue, leaning across the podium with a large smile, "things have changed and are ever changing in Dorchacht, and for the better -- we strive to repair the bridge torn asunder by Drummond and those before her, to see each other as equals, and to assist with the reformation of this world, starting with the Wilde at our doorstep, just as Aefenglom has done. We've heard such wonderful things, and we're eager to have all the hands we can take."

Bryn nods, raising her voice to strike clear. "We have managed to find a safe enough path to the teleportation device a good handful of you entered Dorchacht through, and are currently doing our best to get it up in working order. With the assistance of the Coven here, we will manage to do so by the week's end, and we welcome you all to come to Dorchacht, old and new alike, to see our changes and to cleanse the surrounding areas of the Cwyld."

It's with this finality of their announcements, it'd seem, that they open the floor to all those who'd like to speak, be they with question, congratulation, or offer to help.

All questions, comments, etc can be done with IC words or as summarizations should that please you, simply make note of it in the comment! Both Bryn and Hilda may be spoken with, either together or as separate people, but please note that Fafnir/Starlight/The Dragon will not be available for questioning, no matter who asks.

Please feel free to use this post to mingle with each other as well if any discussions arise!

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[mirshikar]

Summary is a-okay! After giving commendations to the Circle of Three, Asura will ask of Bryn and Hilda both what fate befell Morgana Drummond. What was the pivotal moment which lead to her downfall, and where she is now. And afterward, he will want to know the ways which the Mirrorbound might assist Dorchacht in repairing that proverbial bridge and ensuring that Drummond's influence never rises in Dorchacht again.

[moustre]

Drummond may have been the strongest Witch of her time, but even pure power can do nothing against numbers, Bryn says, somewhat amused. It was the very Monsters she sought to command that chased her from her high peaks, and unto the Wilde she was sent. Neither doubt that she's dead now, however, it isn't as if those woods are friendly.

Hilda'll agree, mentioning that it isn't like how they've heard Aefenglom's to be, with a pretty range outside the -- the wall here, what was it? Burst Wall? Bright Wall, right, the Bright Wall, to house various farms and the like. There's certainly no chance of that horrid woman being alive, though she's not sure if there'd be anything left of her to prove one way or another.

As for any assistance, the main thing they'd like to push for is exploration into the immediate surrounding area, to give Dorchacht more breathing room for those who'd like to step outside the city walls; the people have spent far too long in captivity, and they'd certainly like to be outside it. There are little things here and there, helping with repurposing runes and destroying those that can't be, getting the people to feel more at ease with one another... Certainly, they have settled into peace, but Bryn purses her lips as she mentions that there's always going to be a level of distrust about, so having the Mirrorbound assist with that in their own ways may help.

They are known as saviors by the larger part of the community, after all, now that the Monsters have earned the rights they deserve.

[mirshikar]

Though Asura's demeanor reminds cordial throughout the interaction, his censure of the claim that Drummond is dead without either a confirmed body or proof is severe. He expresses that, if it is Dorchacht's intent to expand beyond the city's walls, each and every person who ventures into the Wilde should be prepared to not only face the dangers of the forest and the Cwyld, but the threat which Drummond poses if she still draws breath as well. To combat all three dangers, Asura readily offers to assist with training those who would wish to venture out, into the Wilde.

Asura gives his regard to The Dragon, next, and wonders aloud if they are not able to confirm Drummond's death (or if either Bryn or Hilda are able to speak to this, given that The Dragon is silent). Was The Dragon's bond broken by Drummond's passing, or by another occurrence altogether? When next they meet, Asura plainly states that it is his hope to call The Dragon by a name of their own choosing, in celebration of their freedom.

[moustre]

Hilda remains certain that that wicked woman is dead, she wouldn't have anywhere to go out there, and with danger lurking around every rock and tree, well. That's all the more reason if they choose to venture out, they need to be prepared, yes (not because of Morgana, but because of the Wilde that surely killed her). They were hoping some kind souls would volunteer to help train some of their recruits! That would be just lovely, yes. They're very eager to learn, Asura would have several willing students.

The Dragon gives a small shake of their head, gesturing subtly at Bryn, who interprets it. They can't confirm or deny. The Bond was broken before she was driven out (a nod that this statement is correct). The corners of their lips turn up just a touch at the regards, though, and they nod that yes, they hope for that as well.