ǣfenglōm (main comm)

Name: Lambert [ un: 'fuck this' ]
Date: Backdated to Octeuril 15th
Format: Text

just so you know, in case you haven't figured it out already: try not to sell parts of you without asking what it's going to be used for first

because sometimes those parts get used to brew up shitty mist that turns half the city feral or gives them new parts they don't need

the coven's got one of the bitches that started that mess now, but she wasn't working alone, so i sure fucking hope someone else found them

[ ooc: a very belated wrap-up of sorts for the mist investigation, at least on team lambert/nyskie/steak/rw's end! ]

Name: Geralt + Yuya Date: around the shift change between one dignitary visit and the second. Format: video! note that reception is wonky; as per the event post it's 'muffled' between Dorchacht and Aefenglom.

[ A grizzled old man and a plucky teen are huddled under an alcove in a dreary alley, having spent some time tragically re-creating a Sprint commercial looking for the right apex of decent reception in Dorchacht, and not being directly in front of the Coven stronghold. Geralt is still eyeing the watch like he's not sure how to address it. He's saved by Yuya, who gently reaches to tilt the watch his way, which doesn't give him a better indication on the quality of connection, but it looks clear.

So he waves.] Hey. [And keeps his voice down, because even if they're hiding he'd just rather not take chances.] So... the spell that forces monsters to obey isn't the only one that seems to be over the city. There's something else, a spell that's messing with their memories. Nobody remembers how things were really like before Morgana became leader. But that's only been about ten years, right? It didn't sound like anyone's figured out how to break that, yet. But some Witches I talked to seemed certain it was a spell on them making it hard to remember.

It's probably in the fucking wall, [ Geralt mutters. And, adding - ] I've been out a couple times to watch them poke holes in the monster compulsion. I don't know enough about the native magic to tell what else might be in it. If anyone wants to head out, we can go.

[Yuya interjects quickly.] But--has anyone learned anything else? I think we should share everything now, so the next group of us is ready. And so we're ready. I think there's more going on than just people thinking making monsters slaves is okay.

[Like Morgana subjugating the whole city to her will, because he has exactly one guess who's repressing the city's information based on her own rule.]

[ An awkward pause from the witcher before he continues. ] Try not to get lost. Whatever passes as prison here probably isn't fun. And they're weird about monster children.

[ un: fuck this ]

so is there an actual upside to being a monster, or is it all waking up in the dirt after the full moon covered in mud not remembering how you got there?