Himitsu no Sensou
Change everything you are and everything you were
16 June 2015 @ 09:22 pm
Okay holy fuck this plan was terrible, whose idea was this? This isn't going to work for long, you people had better fucking be ready!

Celeste --

Please tell me our dragons are ready??
Mood: scared
16 June 2015 @ 10:45 pm
Ah --

Whatever you just did, down there -- something is happening!
Mood: shocked
16 June 2015 @ 08:13 pm

What should we do with it? It's -- bloody. A bloody spear. It's completely soaked. I can't even tell what the color of it is supposed to be under the blood. I thought some of it was rust, at first, but it's all ...

Should ... Should one of us take Caoimhe and Saoirse back to the surface? Once they can stand. It might help them just to get away from it. And the boys. I'm not sure they should be seeing this.
Mood: uncomfortable
16 June 2015 @ 09:42 pm
Dragons. I think that's working. It's -- Yes. There's that sound, and the ... the stairs are definitely coming out. Faster than I anticipated as well. They were fit perfectly against the wall, and that's why we could never see them. Never even knew they were there.

It should be safe enough to go down them soon because they've started with the top and it won't be too long until the pa--

Well, Kail's already started down. So perhaps anyone whose joining us should make up their minds fast.
16 June 2015 @ 09:09 pm

I just realized something.

The well. It's -- it's familiar, isn't it? It is! It's like under the fountain in Baethan... and under Aoife's home in Tarra! We already know this, or suspect it. That it's containing the very same thing...

But there are no stairs. Surely, they wouldn't have expected a dragon to be available, a dragon that could make itself small, to fly down. There were stairs. So there should be stairs here, too, shouldn't there?


Eabhan. You should try and see if the well is concealing a staircase!
15 April 2015 @ 12:04 pm
[Filter: Franelcrew + Doolin]

Searlait may be licking her wounds now, but we don't have much time, and what time we have we need to put to use. She's bound to attack us. To put it bluntly, we need to be ready to fight a dragon.

Firstly, we need to train. Putting ourselves face to face in battle with a live dragon would be best, if Prudence and Patience are willing. We can form strategies after some initial trials. Saoirse, Coinin, Iseult and Caoimhe, I need the four of you to lead a meeting with the rest of the village. if they want to fight or help in any way, we'll find something they can do. We will need all the hands we can get. We'll also need to find a way to shelter the non-fighters amng them as best we can.

Have we found more about the ... it's hard to call them monsters, knowing who they are. Have you found out more about our captive, Nessa? And have we found a way to enter the well? Imagine, we came here under the pretense of learning about the thing, and now, here we are.
Mood: working
14 April 2015 @ 09:59 pm
[Filter: Private]

She'll be home soon, and once again she'll attempt to overwhelm me with her perfection. Lady Amaeyra, the lovely paragon of all of womanhood! So wonderful even my firstborn daughter prefers her. Ugh, it's enough to make one sick.

Though it will be nice to have someone else to help with the children, I suppose. As much as I adore my girls, there's so much to remember and I do tire of being confined to the indoors. When Amaeyra returns, I should go for more rides with Fleria, spend more time outdoors.
Mood: apathetic
14 April 2015 @ 08:43 pm
I am so excited for the 24th, now that the news of the ball spreading through Eblar. I have already heard so many rumors as to what the big announcement is going to be, and it is terribly difficult not to let on any secrets before it is time. I do love hearing the rumors, though. The stories are all wildly different, and I simply must smile and insist that all will be revealed in due time.

Miss Kristin has even made a brand new dress for me to wear to the event. She is the most skilled dress maker I have ever met, and never ceases to impress me with her skills and her sense of fashion. I swear she knows precisely what I want even before I know myself.

[Filter: Ian]

Father Bernard is convinced that I am going to announce my support of Eblar being named the new capitol of the Church. No matter how much I insist that I must stay out of Church matters, he continues to insist. I even suggested that he speak with you, though he seems not to listen. I, ah, I don't want to make a fuss about it, but I thought you should know.
Mood: excited
14 April 2015 @ 08:30 pm
One of the soldiers threw himself off the battlements today.

We've already -- gathered him. They're preparing his body for cremation now, but ... but he's far from home. His family ... They're going to send the ashes with a messenger, so he can be buried at home. Where his wife and his children can look in on him, and remember.

But --

His name was Marcin. He wasn't that much older than me. Had a new kid. Born just before he left Forna. He never stopped talking about his wife. Belinda. Belinda and his daughter, Elise, and his son Klaus. And his new little baby. Nicholas. He was looking forward to going home. He was counting the days.

I saw him last night. I should have known he'd -- I should have known something was wrong. He had too much to drink. I knew that. Why didn't I say something? Why didn't I do something?

This place. It's a wonder it took this long. I hate to say it, but it is.
Mood: scared
14 April 2015 @ 08:07 pm
[Filter: Lady Westa, in Atsirian]

... something has happened.

I've come upon some... information. Information that could be dangerous, for a host of reasons. About the church, and the people in charge of it.

I... don't know who to trust. I know it isn't you. You did position Yvaena to supplant our leadership, I know that. And you have no love for us. But, somehow, I feel you're a better option than anyone else. All my other associations are within the church. And have told me lies to try and shape my reaction to the information, to blunt it before it even reached me.

I just don't know what to do. I'm not a woman of action! I'm an associate. I support, I plan, I...

This is already a mistake.
Mood: crappy
14 April 2015 @ 10:02 pm

So is there anything you're not supposed to say about a man's home when you go inside? I'm not going to pretend this isn't advice for me because everyone knows I have no idea so I have to embarrass myself like this. But it's true that I don't know, and I am pretty nervous about saying the wrong thing.

I mean, it can't be any worse than the inside of my apartment looks like right now -- not that they look like a sandstorm has just passed through, I definitely keep the rooms that have been generously granted to me in proper order! They're just under a few layers of books.

But he has an actual library where he keeps all of his so maybe he doesn't have the same problem that I have not having enough shelves.


So yes. My original question! Advice?
13 April 2015 @ 09:28 pm
[Filter: Sawyer]

I'm not sure I like the thought of you down there with that thing! I didn't participate in the vote because I thought -- well, everyone else knows better than I do! But if I'd known you were going to be down there with it, I'd have weighed in!

... all of this is so far beyond me. Waiting for an attack by an outraged dragon? Monsters in our cellars? And... and who knows what will be next! And... and...

I don't know how to handle any of it. I need you safe, and...
Mood: worried
13 April 2015 @ 08:27 pm

There's so many of them.

Do you think she died in pain? Do you think -- maybe she's like the aimless ones, now. Maybe she wandered into the woods and died out there. Lost and alone, in the fog, the monsters taking her and eating her from the inside. What little was left of her.

Do you think she remembered herself at all, before -- ?

Do you think that she remembered home? Mum and Da. Me?


Oh, Sibeal.
Mood: indescribable
13 April 2015 @ 08:30 pm
Oh -- oh no! Stop the carriage! I -- I feel -- ah! I'm going to --
Mood: sick
06 April 2015 @ 08:13 pm

I want to go to the clearing. Please. I want to --

I need to know what's happened there since she left it. If the monsters are still there. If they've changed at all ... We might need to help them. They're days from town.



Go see orb place. Please.
06 April 2015 @ 07:11 pm
[Shaky and weak writing]


How long have I been asleep? It feels like it's been ages. My dreams were... but they weren't dreams, were they? It was real...

My whole body hurts
Mood: sore
04 April 2015 @ 11:45 pm
[Filter: Franelcrew and Doolin]

Where is she?!
Mood: aggravated
04 April 2015 @ 10:49 pm
[Filter: Gabe, in Kilian]

... maybe we should tell them. I feel bad now. I keep thinking about it. It's not the same!! They knew we hated dragons! But... when they asked us how we survived in the woods we kind of lied. And I haven't wanted them to see it because it's ours...

It doesn't feel fair anymore.
Mood: guilty
04 April 2015 @ 10:30 pm
[Filter: Patience, in Kilian]


Are you feeling better this morning? I know you had a very stressful day yesterday, and ... with everything that was going on just after you'd already spent a whole night on guard without much sleep. I just ... I hope you're feeling rested. And. Maybe up for a bit of conversation.
Mood: stressed
04 April 2015 @ 08:23 pm

We didn't even sleep last night.

We stayed up all night, talking about Sibeal. Talking about what it's been like for them, to -- to have known all these years and never be able to speak. It wasn't like it was for Iseult, where she'd sometimes catch her mother about to speak, or --

They told me about how it was for them. We had a fight about it, on my thirteenth birthday. Do you all remember? I screamed at them that they needed to remember it was Sibeal's birthday, too, and they needed to stop pretending otherwise. Do you remember, Coinin? I came to your house for the rest of the day, because I couldn't stand being there for another minute. They said the moment I left, they just stared at each other, helpless. But they couldn't even talk to each other about it. They couldn't even tell each other that they know who I was talking about, that they remembered ...

Their fault, they said. They were overwhelmed and maybe if they'd tried harder, she wouldn't have been taken away. For years they've sat there not even able to talk to each other about how much they blamed themselves for it. Not even capable of alluding to her. Acknowledging her.

All night, we stayed up. Just talking. Just ... sharing memories. Wondering if she was still ...

I should probably sleep. But I'm still not even tired.
04 April 2015 @ 09:24 pm
There was dragon all all ong.
Mood: angry
05 April 2015 @ 09:16 am
[Filter: Franelcrew and Doolin]

That dragon-shape in the sky looks to be heading towards the town square. I'm sure it's grey. At least, it's definitely not red. Its head seems to be ... drooping, as if it's tired. Its wings are flapping weakly, and when they're down its body is swaying like a --

Dragons, Prudence, you better get here quick, he looks dead on his feet.
Mood: worried
04 April 2015 @ 07:24 pm
[Filter: Franelcrew and Doolin]

It's hard to say, but... but I think he may turn out all right...

There were certainly changes wrought in him, most certainly, but they seem to be reversing themselves, with no need of me. He's clearly in a great deal of pain from it -- I can't even imagine -- so I've done my best to keep him under while he goes through this. His muscles and bones were warped... going back to their original places would be just as difficult, I think, but...

But while I've done what I can for him, it pains me to say we have bigger things to worry about. It shouldn't be possible, should it?
Mood: worried
04 April 2015 @ 06:32 pm
Lionel! Oh, Lionel, I need to -- I need to see him! Is he okay? Is he all right?! Let me see him!
Mood: distressed
03 April 2015 @ 11:34 pm
[Filter: Gabe and Eabh, in Kilian]

You'll be happy to know that this isn't at all about lessons. Though ... a, perhaps this won't be the happiest of conversations.

I owe you both an apology, I think.
Mood: nervous
03 April 2015 @ 10:55 pm
[Filter: Doolin and Franelcrew - Boys]

I... hopefully this should be... simple enough. I... I'm going to do my best, but --

Ah, I just -- all right, I -- I'm going to start.
Mood: guilty
03 April 2015 @ 07:35 pm
[Filter: Franelcrew and Doolin - Boys]

It's a compulsion. It seems to have taken effect overnight, and it seems to require sleep to take hold. As evidenced by the fact that those who remained ... mostly awake through last night's events did not "forget" until they woke up this morning.

Coinin, Caoimhe, Saoirse and I are not affected ... as expected. Neither are Prudence or Patience, who have shown resistance to artifacts that alter thought in the past, though we cannot rule out that this might be some sort of aesdana specific magic and they are immune because they ... well, are aesdana.

I don't know what it means that it affects some less than others. But ... I've always suspected it did. My mother, sometimes, has seemed just on the edge of saying something, but ... she never actually ...

Um. But -- But we need to communicate in writing. We've determined that anyone affected by this compulsion even the smallest amount cannot actually talk about ... anything. But writing is different, for some reason. I wonder how many people in this town, if we would have just given them a piece of paper, might have ... all these years ...

... Ah. S-sorry.

What's important is that everyone remembers the pendant. We know the ... pendant left with Searlait. We know that Celeste can scry for its location. We need to begin that immediately. Is there anything anyone else can think of that we should be doing?
Mood: uncomfortable
03 April 2015 @ 07:04 pm
[Filter: Franelcrew and Doolin]

Is everybody awake?

We all need to talk about what happened. And about what we're going to do about Lionel. We should all meet at the inn ... it's got the most room.

If you're still feeling sick from what Searlait did, Patience or I can come help you. We need to figure out what we're doing. And if Celeste is ready, we need to have her scry for the pendant.

Hurry. As soon as you're awake. We don't have any time to waste.
Mood: determined
01 April 2015 @ 03:55 am
She won't wake up.

None of the ones who fell asleep will, but we need her the most.

Prudence and I will stay up and wait. Last time everyone felt better by morning.
31 March 2015 @ 09:48 pm
[Filter: Franelcrew + Doolin]

He's gone. Lionel. She took him.

Who's still awake? Is anybody still awake? I saw a few of you writing before we went out there. Did she put you to sleep when she was singing just now?

Is anyone alert enough to talk about this?
Mood: aggravated
01 April 2015 @ 01:58 am

What is that? Who's -- is that singing? Is it still day? I'm tired. Tell whoever that is ...


It's her.
31 March 2015 @ 08:17 pm
[Filter: Franelcrew + Doolin]

I'm going to be honest, I made myself some dreamfoil tea hoping that I could just sleep through all of this. The day in general, I mean. I was going to do it even before all of this happened, but now that it has, and with the -- the noises from Faith's room --

I'm rambling, aren't I? Hm.

I think I made it wrong, is what I'm saying. I'm not drowsy, I'm just ... I don't want to move from here. I feel like I'm rooted to the floor. Is that a symptom of dreamfoil poisoning? Did I use too much?

Does anyone else hear that?
Mood: drained
31 March 2015 @ 07:31 pm
[Filter: Franelcrew and Doolin]

What the fuck!

Did you hear that? Did you all hear that? Tell me somebody else's shutters rattled, just now, like somebody was trying to force 'em open. It can't be just me, what the fuck. What the fuck!

If I wasn't sure it'd get even worse out there, I'd be outside right fucking now to try and take that thing down!
Mood: stressed
31 March 2015 @ 09:07 pm
[Filter: Franelcrew + Doolin]

I ... I know we warned everyone not to go out today. And you all agreed. But -- this doesn't seem like a normal Day of Mists at all? Is it usually this bad in Doolin? I feel so ... this is so much worse, and it's so hard to say why it's ...

This isn't right. This can't be right. They must be out there, right?
Mood: scared
25 March 2015 @ 11:39 pm
[Filter: Sawyer]

I don't suppose I could convince you to just... forego all of your responsibilities and commitments and spend tomorrow locked in a room with me? All of this has me jumpy, I -- I haven't actually experienced much of the terror of Kilia, and really, I don't want to start...

And I'd intended to write you about something much less upsetting!
Mood: nervous
25 March 2015 @ 09:23 pm
I'm really glad that I have so many friends here. Last year I was all by myself, and no one warned me about what's going to happen tomorrow. It was terrible. I woke up and went to go outside, and the innkeeper had barred the door shut. He thought I was crazy for wanting to leave and just kept saying "no outside no outside" in a really thick accent. It wasn't much longer before all the noises started. Faeries I'm so glad I just happened to be at a border town that day.
Mood: uncomfortable
25 March 2015 @ 11:08 pm
[Filter: Kail and Sawyer]

I think I'm going to need your help.
Mood: hopeful
25 March 2015 @ 09:06 pm
[Filter: Druce, in Kilian]

Did you leave us with much dreamfoil?
Mood: tired
26 March 2015 @ 12:47 pm
[Filter: Hasten]

The grandmaster of the stoneworkers and miners guild has agreed to allow its members to work in the Coldlands given provisions for housing, food for the first month of work, and a ten percent increase in standard payment. Any stone or ore mined that is in surplus to the Coldlands' needs is to be offered to Tersel first before other buyers. I think it seems a deal that is in the guild's interest to encourage members to come north. It will take days for the news to spread, but perhaps in a month, there will be a steady stream of men looking for work.
Mood: tired
25 March 2015 @ 08:13 pm
[Filter: Franelcrew + Doolin - Boys, in Kilian]

What was that? It was only there for a moment, but --

Someone could see us. Did you all feel it? [Trade] Someone could see us. Someone watching. You all feel it?
Mood: distressed
25 March 2015 @ 09:34 pm
[Filter: Franelcrew + Doolin - Boys]

Ah... all right, I... I'm going to start soon, I think...

Iseult? Did you find that pendant you were talking about? If you don't mind bringing it...
Mood: awake
25 March 2015 @ 07:15 pm
I need to start doing something. Anything.

It's been really quiet the past couple of weeks. I haven't heard anything bad happening, and I haven't seen Maybe I can go to the tanner's and see if I can get my old job back. He's probably already replaced me though, and I wouldn't blame him if he didn't want to rehire me either. I guess I should start looking elsewhere too, but I don't know where. There must be someone here who'd hire someone like me.
Mood: bored
25 March 2015 @ 09:02 pm
[Filter: Gabe and Eabh, in Kilian]

I'm wondering if you two wouldn't mind spending the morning with me?
24 March 2015 @ 10:03 pm
[Filter: Christopher]

What, exactly, did you just tell your wife about me?

And what is she telling father?

[Filter: Lydia and Pearl]

No, I'm not coming back. I left some money with the concierge. It should cover everything.

Pearl, it was nice to meet you.

Lydia ...

I told you I didn't like coming up here. We'll talk later.
25 March 2015 @ 12:19 am
[Filter: Christopher]

Well, since you're not taking any sort of hint, I need to be explicit. What is wrong, Christopher? I know it can't be the conversation.
Mood: frustrated
25 March 2015 @ 12:06 am

You have to... create a pocket. That's what's been lost. That's why only the simplest of things can be enchanted. What... what is it in the item holds the runes? It's the pocket. That's where the magic slips in, touches the runes, sets them sparkling...

Not just anyone can do it... it's a gift. Creating that bubble, both real and unreal. Living in the between...

Was that the mistake?

Did we open too many windows?

-- they.


Did they open too many windows, not -- not us. I wasn't there. I couldn't have been there.
Mood: indescribable
24 March 2015 @ 11:26 pm
[Filter: against karyl]

i didn't know it was him.
Mood: sore
24 March 2015 @ 11:15 pm
[Filter: Celeste and Jace]

... if we're going to do this, the sooner, the better, hm? So I thought, perhaps today? Only if you're perfectly ready, Celeste. I don't want you to force yourself into this. There's a chance that everything could go quite easily... but there's also a chance, that, well. This is a strange place.

I've included your husband on this filter so that he doesn't yell at me, later~
Mood: worried
24 March 2015 @ 09:09 pm
[Filter: Verity]

Are you still

Is it getting any wor better?
Mood: pensive
24 March 2015 @ 10:55 pm
[Filter: Martha]

Well... all of our bags are packed, and our carriage is going to be here in a few hours, now. To take us back to Rowan!

I... I'm sorry that I have to go. I'm the one who pushed it, you know. I told Glenn -- and Glenn told Kiefer... I'll miss you so much, but the longer I stay here, the more I start thinking that I'll just turn a corner one day and then -- he'll be there, staring at me, smiling...

... it's so silly. He's long dead. But...

... I don't suppose...

I know you're Princess now! And I know you're busy. But do you want to come to the townhouse and have tea with us before we leave? Friska would love to have you there, too!
Mood: guilty

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