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Real & Half-Real: Iskierka's Notes | OTA
Who: Illarion's Omen Iskierka and anyone who happens to stumble across her notes.
What: Receiving messages from hell.
When: March 5 onward, after Sayo's full return to the Waking World.
Where: Throughout Trench and the Levels
Content warnings: All of the following are mentioned or discussed obliquely: magical zombies, mind control, emotional manipulation, war-time violence, murder of family members, drug use, cannibalism, suicide, hallucinations/derealization, existential horror, apocalyptic setting, kidnapping, enslavement.
Iskierka has not been idle while her Sleeper is missing from Trench. Somewhere, he's wandering a hell far removed from the Waking World; somewhere, he rehearses to himself the briefing he might give to any would-be rescuers when they arrive, what is necessary to survive and sufficient for Sayo's ritual. When hoping for rescue pales on him, he dictates his thoughts to the air or an animal or a corpse's patient ear, and she hears it.
She hears every word of it, and she cannot respond; she listens faithfully, and the words fill her head to the point of forgetting. When there's no more room for them, she writes. With whatever comes to hand--beg buy borrow or steal--on whatever surface she can find, she writes--scratches out--rewrites. Notes and letters emerge beneath her pen, and she takes them where she thinks they belong. Some she abandons in significant places and others she brings to significant people, urging them to take this fragment of her lost Sleeper.
It may help, when they go to rescue him. If anyone can.
[[ OOC: Real & Half-Real Plot Write-Up and Interest Check, for those just joining us. Even if you haven't left a comment there you're more than welcome to join in on finding notes!
See comments for how to use this post and tasty tasty plot hooks. ]]
What: Receiving messages from hell.
When: March 5 onward, after Sayo's full return to the Waking World.
Where: Throughout Trench and the Levels
Content warnings: All of the following are mentioned or discussed obliquely: magical zombies, mind control, emotional manipulation, war-time violence, murder of family members, drug use, cannibalism, suicide, hallucinations/derealization, existential horror, apocalyptic setting, kidnapping, enslavement.
Iskierka has not been idle while her Sleeper is missing from Trench. Somewhere, he's wandering a hell far removed from the Waking World; somewhere, he rehearses to himself the briefing he might give to any would-be rescuers when they arrive, what is necessary to survive and sufficient for Sayo's ritual. When hoping for rescue pales on him, he dictates his thoughts to the air or an animal or a corpse's patient ear, and she hears it.
She hears every word of it, and she cannot respond; she listens faithfully, and the words fill her head to the point of forgetting. When there's no more room for them, she writes. With whatever comes to hand--beg buy borrow or steal--on whatever surface she can find, she writes--scratches out--rewrites. Notes and letters emerge beneath her pen, and she takes them where she thinks they belong. Some she abandons in significant places and others she brings to significant people, urging them to take this fragment of her lost Sleeper.
It may help, when they go to rescue him. If anyone can.
[[ OOC: Real & Half-Real Plot Write-Up and Interest Check, for those just joining us. Even if you haven't left a comment there you're more than welcome to join in on finding notes!
See comments for how to use this post and tasty tasty plot hooks. ]]
MAGIC | Angels of Sacrifice - 1A
Number available: Several
Conditions to receive from Iskierka: None
St. Sacrifice's angels are among the most contested and desired of contract-partners--for those peculiar individuals who risk the crime of warlocking to help others. Sacrifice's Court-gift is a subtle thing, taking truly-felt altruism and magnifying its effects to the miraculous.
St. Sacrifice's angels are also sought by those who've learned to tear apart Throneborn for the power in them. The Blade of Sacrifice was once an angel itself, though it is said it consented to its use. Insofar as an angel might consent.
The unscrupulous make no pretense of asking the angel before consuming it. So we shrikes learned to our woe with Biding and Sacrifices; so we ate a half-dozen of these precious angels to save ourselves from our own dissolution.
The ones here have halos of white phosphorus and pyre-smoke. They offer the deadly gift that our St. Sacrifice abjured the Throne to write out of reality: A life for the magic to wipe a battlefield clean.
I hate that they have it. I hate that we will need every one of them we can find.
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He isn't expecting to find a note down there, shoved in between two bricks just over his head. He very nearly misses it but Blodeuwedd, perched on top of his hat, catches it and grabs it with her forelegs with a chirp. Confused, he takes it from her and reads it, his brows knitting together in bewilderment. It seems like something out of an old book rather than some discarded note, so he pockets it for safekeeping.