lanfear: (Trust me to love you)
[personal profile] lanfear
[Life has been fairly amenable to the Chosen, particularly since her return. Her alter-ego in the other timeline had done exactly as she'd have done: tricked some poor merchant into her service. So, set up with all the proper comforts she could find in this world, she's turned her brilliant and wicked mind to the acquisition of power and control. A bargain with Elissa Cousland had given her just the information she'd needed. A hook, as it where. So, with that air of false modesty she's put on before, she addresses the ships network.]

For those of you who have not met me yet, I am called Selene. For those that have, greetings to you.

I am a scholar of some note where I come from, and it has come to my attention that some of you have had trouble with mental domination through dark powers. Other people have influenced your minds and used you to weaken our collective standings. Moreover, I'm given to understand that there were murders due to this outside influence.

At the request of one victim of said sorcery, I have begun to craft ter'angreal, small objects of power, to shield the mind. A fairly common thing in my home, that. I'm willing to provide them to anyone who feels such protection is necessary. After all, we do not want a repeat of the last set of incidents. I'm told they were...unfortunate.

Feel free to contact me, and I will be happy to work with you on this.

(ooc: action spam is also Okay!)
threesovereigns: (observation)
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[Zevran has been trying to ignore the fact that the book found with his gear upon his awakening has been talking. Given that it looks almost exactly like one of the mages' tomes that even he felt would be better not to light-finger, the sounds couldn't possibly be anything good. But the book would not shut up, and the strange place he was in was providing no answers. He turned to a page within it that seemed to be some sort of Fade portal made paper, and after tracing a few moving symbols with a wary fingertip, a blond elf appears on the network.]

Ah, this seems to be working at last and does not seem to have transformed me into a newt. Wonderful!

If you can hear me, I wish to introduce myself.

My name is Zevran, which I first thought would be foolish to share, but upon reflection I have concluded that, should you have been sent to kill me, you likely already know that I am here.

I must ask... does this strange country possess anything approaching a tavern? I confess that I am very lost, and would feel much better if I was considering my fate with a glass of wine in hand.

I am not a man without talents, so if the wine comes with a price... well, let us negotiate, yes?
wisdom_of_hounds: (exasperated -  oh come on)
[personal profile] wisdom_of_hounds
So about this fog...

[Hey guys, there's a redhead on your network looking magnificently scruffy. That is full Irish beard right there. Actually... that's way more than a week's growth for those of you that knew he was leaving. He's currently sprawled out on the stone floor of his cavern hideaway, holding his arm up so the video's looking down on him.]

I was hoping to make it back into town today but apparently Verdana had other ideas. [And there's a knowing smirk that comes with that because he at least has spent most of the last weeks (as far as he knows) talking to her.]

So, I don't know when I'm going to be able to get back but... [His free hand comes up to thread through his shaggy crimson curls.] Anyone out there good with a pair of scissors?

[Private to Lyall] )
lanfear: (Taste of the unfaithful's lie)
[personal profile] lanfear
Some prose here! )

[She begins her broadcast simply, a beautiful young woman with dark hair and thick robes appearing wide-eyed over the network. Her voice trembles, from fear or despair it might be hard to say. But this woman is definitely not taking this well. The angle of the camera plainly shows the interior of the ship, the woman huddled in a corner, staring at the recording device]

W-where am I? I...have no idea where I am. Light, I was just...out for a picnic and I f-fell asleep. And now I'm here. Where...wherever here is. Can someone out there help me? Please? I'm so frightened and I-I don't know what's going on. I have gold, if you need. Just help me...

[She leans over, peering uncertainly at the feed...waiting for an answer. Inwardly, her face is a mask of amusement. Someone with a kind heart, or a craven fool seeking easy prey would surely answer that call, a noble maiden in distress. The former would be easy enough to fool, and the latter simple enough to leave in a tattered heap. And either would leave her in a better position than when she started...]

(ooc: Feel free to actionspam as well as network her, all I ask is that any action come after her little "meltdown")

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