[there's the faint staticy flicker of silence before he speaks, which is apparently done through clenched teeth.]

Sometimes I think death would be preferable to the indignities this damn fog is so eager to inflict on us.

[ B| ]

The world is wide and white and empty, and you remember (not for the first time, or the last) that you hate snow.

You never liked it to begin with. It's cold, but then again the cold doesn't touch you, not after they turned you into one of those beasts. It's wet and it sticks to your clothes, though, your hair, your bare skin, and it leaves tracks ( Read more... )

[Rigaldo isn't on the screen this time. Instead the feed shows a rather lovely outdoors scene, with distant fog-shrouded trees still mostly green with the last touches of summer, a mirror of the lush grass they're sprouting from. The sky is hazy enough to look like fog itself, but it could just be a trick of the eye.]

[Or it could be the snow that ( Read more... )

[HEY it's a Rigaldo. look, he's not covered in blood this time, either.]

[or is he???]

[no he isn't]

I've forgotten what it's like to suffer through this warm weather. Winter should arrive soon, and spare us from any more wild animals in the ruins.

( private to Isley )

Priscilla is returned.

[Rigaldo's voice is harsher than normal. It may have something to do with the fact that he's looking a little... angry, and rough. Beaten up, possibly - there's blood along the side of his face and at the corners of his mouth.]

[And no, he's not going to tell you where she is. But it's not hard to guess if you can recognize ( Read more... )

[Hey! Trees! Lots of them. The Forge seems to be on the ground, facing skyward, and for a moment all there is is treetops and a white, hazy sky.]

[Then something rather large and shadowy blocks out the light. After the picture adjusts, you can see it's the tip of a very large sword, being held in one hand with perfect steadiness by someone who... ( Read more... )

I was wrong about this matchmaking business.

It is magic of the worst kind and the sorceror behind it should be banished to the deepest levels of the mist!

[Nothing less would do for whoever was behind the black string around Merlin's finger, which he thinks is all too fitting for a 'date' with Rigaldo.]

And what do you keep looking at?

( Read more... )

[The view of Anatole is from a rather high vantage point, and shows some of the more damaged areas of the city - all the crumbled, trampled and cut down buildings of the slums, the bodies littered here and there. The occasional patch of fighting still going on ( Read more... )

[...]

[......]

What on earth is so appealing about food?

It seems a strange time to impose kindness on others when there are corpses strung up in the streets. I'm assuming there's even more to come in the future. For all talk I hear of morals no one seems interested in preventing those ugly creatures from being killed.

[Hi Anatole. Guess who is simultaneously judging you and not really giving a shit ( Read more... )