Shienvien

The Prophecy

Hmm... I also realize that I've lost track of when the different branches are again. Damn.

If we set the Zerul branch as default (midday-ish?), then:
Jillian's branch is yesterday evening.
Zerul City group is today evening.
Dates might need to be recalculated, though we do have those in PMs somewhere.

Varia question (actually raised by Alf): Is magnetism a known force?

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I think that's still in the works. For now you can "trash" them in a sense but that will only de-clutter the PM system instead of outright deleting them, if I recall. But they will be out of sight at least.

@Genkai

VMs, not PMs. You currently cannot get VMs out of sight, as far as I'm aware.

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The Prophecy

Domhnall McRaith and Iridiel

“Not really, no,” the younger black-eyes asserted when he inquired whether activities such as meddling of deities' affairs were a commonplace to the lot. “Nor was hunting vampires or goblins, or crusaders... or demonspawn, or harvesters, for that matter.”
Domhnall meticulously shook his head in what was probably bafflement at the list the fellow was rattling off at him. All that had somehow come with trying to put an end to, what, the disease that kept killing people of these lands off? Not that he could ever begin to fathom how had hunting vampires become a part of the equation... Were they immune to it or something? Even if they were, one would assume that the slight detail of all the vampires he had ever heard of being bloodsucking monsters bereft of their original character would make vampirism rather unsuitable candidate for a cure...
"Ei'er ye lot have knack fer ge'ing in trouble, or yer means fer healin' folks are quite peculiar..." he commented. "Wi'ering, tha's the reason many of these places are almos' empty, nay? The one with the grey splo'ches?" He visibly winced. "Worthy cause."
He grinned himself when Jaelnec commented about dying to mundane things.
"Oh, you really don' laugh a' boars when you know wha' manner of crea'ure they truly are. Now, chocking on food, alone a' home, tha'd be an embarrassing way fer a hun'er tae go..."

Meanwhile, the forestfolk's fairer companion had been observing the companions in relative quiet.

Iridiel's concentration on Thaler was broken by a strange buzzing noise in her ears. Frowning, Iridiel looked up and around herself, convinced that there was some sort of hive of flying insects about from the sounds of things, but there was no hive to be seen. No bees, no wasps, no hornets (thank the gods, Iridiel hated those things), but still that bloody buzzing was ringing in her ears... well, it was less a buzzing, and now a more high-pitched noise, and it grew louder by... by the second, it felt like. The noise made her wince, and still it grew in strength, drowning out even the conversation taking place below the tree.
Iridiel tried to cover her ears in vain - the noise seemed to emanate from within her head and pressed outwards against her skull and her ears, whilst still growing in volume to the point of ear-splitting pain. Iridiel cried out involuntarily as her vision greyed, with the noise deafening all else around her, before her eyes were blinded by a bright white light, and then... darkness, and silence.

Domhnall was about to answer to Jaelnec's offer to tell their tale there and then when an unexpected motion and rustle caught his attention. He had barely enough time to turn his head in the direction of the disturbance before it was followed by a dull thud - and the realization that his companion had just fallen out of her tree.
For the briefest of moments, he stood as if paralyzed, eyes widened and unuttered words caught in his throat along with his breath. Just until his brain actually caught up with the fact that indeed, this had truly been what just happened. Iridiel did not quite have the natural affinity to climbing trees he had, but that had never happened before, not even when she had decided to pelt him with small sticks as a joke and subsequently tried to flee from him. The only logical conclusion he could reach was that his companion had, for whatever reason, unexpectedly passed out.
With his breath released in a sudden gust, he rushed forward to kneel by the highander's side and set a hand on her shoulder, the other uselessly hovering near her head as he studied her face.
"Iridiel?" he inquired, his voice more than sightly fazed, if not to say outright panicked. She was not unconscious - not anymore, at least -, nor was she dead (thank Sulis and whichever other gods might be listening), but she did have a strange distant gaze in her eyes - as if she were not fully 'there' yet.
She muttered something about them needing to follow those people they had just met, to help the people in Zerul - Sulis' orders. It was hard to discern properly.
Some of the concern on Domhnall's face gave way to confusion at his companion's words.
"The... Yeah, we offered to go to Zerul City with them, remember?" he muttered. "Do you think you're unharmed?"
"I... I'm not sure. I think so... Wait." Iridiel looked around, frowning, as if she had heard something. There was something unnatural in the air. A chill ran down Iridiel's spine as some sort of fell aura enveloped her, and she reached for her crossbows. "Domhnall... Can you feel that? Almost like... almost like I feel light-headed. And no, it's not from falling out of the tree. Something else." Iridiel looked about, her eyes scanning the nearby bushes for any signs of activity. "It's close by, whatever it is."
'Are you certain it's not something to do with you falling out of that tree - or whatever caused you to fall out of that tree, rather?' some part of him instinctively wanted to ask despite her immediate reassurances, but nevertheless he raised his head to look around and focus some on his surroundings, even if he kept a hand near Iridiel's back, just in case whatever had affected her struck again.
"Well, you did give me a start, falling out of that bloody tree..." he paused. "But no, you're right. I do think I can feel something, too... As if I were drunk ... also dread."
Slowly, he rose from his kneeling position, eyes shifting from Iridiel to the surroundings, that now emanated a strange and perturbing aura. When he spoke again, it was once more in Rodorian, and seemingly addressed at the people behind the two of them.
"We think there is something..."

The Prophecy

Well... I've the feeling the conversationing might be interrupted soon enough for at least one of the branches. Conversations as such aren't an issue, though, more real life affecting various players and some less than ideal choices. (There have been just as significant halts mid-combat, and the aforementioned previous incarnation actually did die with an engagement.) Constant fighting can get tedious more quickly than well-written dialogue...

The Prophecy

Here and in position. *salutes*

I sent Jack a bit longer PM - mostly detailing the situation as I see it, but might at least provide some insight.

PS: Even if you haven't got anything useful to add to the current concerns, feel free to say hi just so we know you lot are still there and about.

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The Lone Survivor

The woman burst out laughing at his - admittedly - cluelessness at the little drone she had brought out. It gave him a pause, during which he just awkwardly waited until she had calmed down enough to be able to speak uninterrupted once more.
At that point, she explained that "the only one in there was her", whatever that stood for. In any case, she had assured him that "Aitch Cee" did not have a mind of its own. The implication of actual thinking machines potentially getting into her head were no good, however... Anderekians did not possess such technology, nor did - as far as he knew - Trenians, though someone else might. And what would the consequences of that be? Could they perhaps read her thoughts and retrieve any plans of action she had overheard? Commandeer her and turn her against her own?
He studied her face, the subtle differences between her real and artificial eye - which, on closer look, appeared to be socketed in, somehow, rather than being a functionless glass eye just there for appearance's sake. The metal box embedded in her skull she had lightly tapped with her finger. The scars on her face.
"What is 'this'?" he inquired. "How do you control ... him? Your right eye, it is not just glass, either, is it?"
The small drone went off flying, and Kay-Gee meticulously went over to another part of her cart, finally retrieving the aforementioned crispbread and dried meat (the latter thankfully suitably non-hostile, unlike his joking guess earlier had predicted). The former Anderekian soldier just semi-automatically held out a gauntleted hand to accept whatever Kay was handing him.
Feed the birds? If she said so... He hoped they found crispbread at least palatable enough. Should he break it into pieces? The one he had actually seen - and shot at - had been pretty damn big. In the end, he figured that about half the size of his palm for a piece should do (that would be, what, a beakful for one of those things), and set to snapping the thin loaves into pieces (eventually gathering all but the two pieces into one hand) as he took a few steps away from Kay and her cart, vainly scanning the trees.
"Uh, birds?" He asked the invisible feathered fiends, who he only assumed were there, watching, judging, always. Otherwise, he was quote literally speaking to the trees. Even if present, they probably did not understand a word what he was saying, but anything that could revoke their ire... "I am sorry for shooting at one of you; I did not realize they were not a drone ... plane, a machine. Please accept my apologies, and the gift of food, and let me be at peace once more."
He felt ridiculous. But nevertheless, with those words spoken, he cast the pieces of crispbread in his one hand across the land - horizontally, lest one of them actually thought he was purposefully trying to hit one of them with a projectile of some description and they all began their verbal chastisement again.
"Hope you are right and they'll at least get what I was trying to do," he noted to Kay as he returned to the cart, hesitating for a second, not sure whether to just leave Kay to controlling the drone, and then opting to simply sit down next to the cart, his back to its side. "And water would be nice, I think... Ironic how you can be both soaking wet and thirsty at the same time, isn't it?" He guessed it was at least objectively better than drying up in half a day if left under the sun. Like a frog or some such creature. Did frogs ever actually drink, or did they just soak up all the water they needed through their skin?
At the same time, he fumbled with some manner of connectors on his neck, until he finally could lift his helmet off his head and carefully set it down next to himself, absently trying to wipe his forehead against the back of his gauntlet and squinting his gray-blue eyes until they could adjust to the lighting conditions outside.
He was young - looked to be around twenty -, with medium-short blonde hair and the beginnings of stubble adorning his square jaw. In the lack of anything better to do, and to use his time optimally (never mind that he actually was hungry), he took a bite of one of the dried mutton strips.
"How far are we?" he asked between bites. "You said the computer guys are a couple dozen kilometers from here - farther, then? Not sure the weather would hold until then - even if it won't start pouring again, static going up like that usually isn't a good sign."

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