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☆ A Special Delegation Arrives
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.
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!
Please feel free to use this post to mingle with each other as well if any discussions arise!
Summary interactions!
Mostly, Judar would love to pick Hilda's mind for inventions, as he's familiar with magic tools overall. Partially with knowing more about the components and balances used for the teleportation device a little better, from an expert's point of view, as he has something similar in the world he's from. Probably more about their cleansing techniques, and any fun projects being tinkered with.
As Judar arrived after the Dorchact events, he has no context or experience about previous events, so he can't exactly talk about the things there. The only thing he knows about, and would try to poke an update about, is the 'power generator' areas of using people as batteries for particular magic. To see if it's being discontinued, or adjusted to something less horrific/forced upon dissenters, and if it's known if that's something that was developed there, or adapted from another city's design, or anything else like that.
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Hilda is happy to meet another inventor, of course! She'd love to get going on the topic, but The Dragon lays a hand on her arm and gives her a look. Well, sorry dear, that just isn't what we're here for today, but perhaps some other time we can talk shop! They don't want to take up the Coven's space any longer than they must, and the state of Dorchacht is the topic of the day.
But they grow more serious at the mention of the people-as-batteries. That's been stopped right away, of course. That hideous practice was all on Morgana, as far as they know, and was discontinued immediately. Those poor people... They'll never be the same again, if they ever recover at all. Hilda admits in a hushed tone that she just isn't sure there is any saving them, as broken as Morgana's horrors have left them, though she admires her compatriots' optimism in wanting to try.
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But as someone that's done the ambassadorship before, albeit in his own world, open lines of communication, exchanges of information and collaborated projects are exactly what help strengthen ties between two locations. This is exactly the time to get the ball rolling and started for the future, even if it doesn't go far into depth.
But yeah, he wouldn't be surprised at all that they're in a poor state. He'd guess they're like husks, though he'd keep to himself that the guess is because of what he's seen in similar situations. With the costs that this world's magic could have, he could imagine why they couldn't recover them much. Maybe if they could draw energy from the world, but the effects afterwards are something he couldn't predict here, and it'd probably open the way for magical vulnerabilities to whatever area's used. Though he's doing this to see what they have tried, and to see if it brings anything up.
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Drawing energy from the world... As in, using the leylines already present? The way magitech works, but drawing right from the source and transferring it into a living thing. Hilda seems thoughtful on that, while Bryn has some reservations; the leylines do come from outside the city, and they aren't particularly sure how infected they could be. Drawing magic into a piece of technology is one thing, drawing it into a person is another.
... She isn't saying it's impossible, and it may help, but she'd be more assured in testing it on something else first. Like plants, for instance, or similarly comatose'd fauna.
The sort of things they have tried are transferring magic from themselves in that vein, but it just-- sucks up, Hilda says, as if there's a void unable to be filled. Which is impossible, of course, all things can be filled, but... That's the feeling of it. They're otherwise staying stable.
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So, this seems like something great for me to add and work on in the Plot Investigations section? (I should also check to see if some natural abilities should eventually work, as I've been putting that off, which could potentially help.) Because this is something Judar's interested in working on as he gets a better handle of the world and knowing what tricks he knows that could be adapted here.
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And absolutely! Go head on over and put your thoughts there, it's a good starting point to help those in need.