briefing ♔ watch the fires rise under my skin | scorching my soul

[wynn]

♬ Dark Doo Wop - MS MR

WHO || Wynn, Failboat [Closed]
WHAT || Talisman Mission Briefing
WHERE || Knights HQ, the briefing room
WHEN || Feb 6th, shortly before 5pm [back dated]
HOW || Actionspam. Single thread, don't worry about maintaining tagging order.

Andres has been quite the distraction from the looming problem of what's to be done about Dimitris' compatriots in the cult of the Church of the Lord's Humanity. Having learned during the retaking of the Isle that the Church leader, Draken Crombe, has been impersonating NOVA Records mogul Chad Becksworth for years in order to gain access to the company's resources, keeping tabs on his movements has become even more pressing.

His next scheduled appearance? At the upcoming 2015 Grammy's. And considering that the Church was behind the disaster in New York last year, where hundreds of Shadowkind were brainwashed into committing suicide in the Hudson River, it's only logical that Wynn intends to send his own forces to attempt to avert any other large scale catastrophes.

But that's not all. There have been some further twists in the story, and it may be time for them all to come to light. To that end, Wynn has asked many of those involved with the mission to gather, whether they'll be sent to the awards show with the team or not.

He's asked Myrilandel and Violet to come before the others.* 

*Everyone will be plurk alerted when it's time for the larger meeting.  Please stand by for now.

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[isisagent]

[The super-serious tension is cut randomly Archer chortling abruptly.]

Heh... Moonbow. [He's clearly been attempting to hold that back for several moments.]

Sorry, where were we?

[slay]

[ Buffy perks up immediately at the name Sehanine. Somehow, she hadn't expected the breaking news to be breaking and new to her. Her gaze lingers on Vi, foggy and inscrutable, for a moment after she speaks. Finally, she turns her attention back up to Wynn. ]

So, uh, not to be all cut-to-the-chase-y here, but ... what is the connection?

[nothingsodivine]

[Now that Des has gotten over that initial bit of wtf, his expression softens a bit as he recalls something (wis 18)]

Jade's last words... She wanted us to protect Lazarus.

[graveflowers]

Lazarus came here with Jade, to this world. Sehanine sent them here together, with the Talisman.

1/2

[wynn]

There's more. [ he moves towards the doors, pausing there ] But I believe he should be able to tell you his own story. [ pulling them open, he nods, for whoever stands there to come in, stepping back so that they may enter. ]

[heartvoid]

[ ♬ blood on my name - the brothers bright

a full-blooded elf steps in after him slowly. his features, however, are unique from any elf they've ever seen. his hair is long, and shock white, but it's his face that draws the eye. what might have been handsome features, and certainly young ones, are pale as the grave, and light blue lines trace their way across the skin, spidering up from his neck. his eyes look milky, what was perhaps once a bright blue now paled over, and his hands are gloved, covering as much skin as possible.

he sweeps those strange eyes across the gathered, before elegantly stepping around to join wynn. he nods to vi and to myri as he passes each of them. ] Well. Here we are.

[witchwoman]

[There's no shock on Myri's face, and as Lazarus emerges, she manages a small smile and a nod back.]

Thank you. [She says finally, her first words really since this meeting officially began.] For doing this.

[graveflowers]

[ vi doesn't look overwhelmingly pleased to see him, but she deflates against her seat in relief anyway since the idea of having to explode the exposition bomb was not incredibly enticing. ]

Des, meet Lazarus. [ her eyes dart between wynn and the elf like ARE YOU SURE THIS IS SAFE???? ]

[nothingsodivine]

[Des looks from Vi to Lazarus with a puzzled expression and then takes in the sight of the elf for a long moment, clearly unsure of how he should react to this and knowing what people probably expect his reaction is going to be.

He shakes his head and leans back, shrugging.] Hi. Your talisman has caused me a lot of headaches over the years.

[and that's it.]

[heartvoid]

I think the first thing that should be established in this conversation is that there is not, in fact, any Talisman.

[slay]

Then what the hell have we spent three years chasing?

[nothingsodivine]

[Des sticks his tongue in his cheek and considers this.]

Remember back when all this began. Everyone was gunnin' for the Eternal Jade. Turns out it was Eterna Jade they were after.

[he looks at Lazarus.] Is it like that?

1/-

[heartvoid]

It is, in that rumors have allowed the true purpose of the relic you seek to become twisted over time.

It is different in that this was done on purpose. I began the rumors myself, to disguise its real nature from those who would otherwise desire to find it.

2/3

[shootfirst]

Well, shit. [ that's kat's eloquent contribution, yw ]

[heartvoid]

Some sixty years past, in Faerun, the long rivalry between Sehanine, the Lady of Dreams, and Malaak'a, Lord of Nightmares, reached a point of escalation. Malaak'a had grown to stand in opposition to Lolth and the other drow gods who supported her matriarchal regime, but knew that he did not have the power to overthrow - or even directly challenge her.

He chose another plan instead. He set on his sights on finding a world of his own to conquer, one which the others god would have limited influence on. One that was almost entirely self contained, as it were.

If a god could find a way to break through that barrier, to exist entirely within the parameters of that dimension, he would be the only one - the most powerful deity to exist there.

He would stand unopposed, to rule however he desired.

And Malaak'a knew, even then, which goddess held the key to doing just that.

[bigbad]

[Spike's generally been too focused on whatever problem was directly in front of him to put too much thought into the talisman itself. But it's still surprising. Especially since he's not sure how much of this Wynn already knew, and how much of it was part of the revelations he mentioned.

Sure doesn't sound promising that whatever the talisman really is, the evil drow god wants it. He frowns, leaning forward a little in his seat.]

Guessing that'd be our girl, Sehanine.

[65]

[finnick is like this gif only without the happiness. it is a somber shock. and also a wtf shock. why were we out chasing geese all this time?]

[heartvoid]

[ lazarus nods once, gripping the back of a chair with a gloved hand. ] You would guess correctly. Sehanine is also goddess of the Veil, and as such, is the only deity blessed with a full knowledge of how to travel from one dimension to the other.

Malaak'a decided to steal this knowledge for himself. He knew that these secrets were kept in a tome within her temple, but the goddess would be cognizant of anything happening on her personal plane. In order to create an opening for himself to break into the temple, he tricked the Lady of Dreams into taking mortal form, and enlisted the assistance of his son to cast a spell that would entrap her temporarily in that body, cut off from the majority of her powers. Malaak'a was free to take what he desired, and one step closer to his goal.

What he did not expect was for his son to use his position to his... advantage. He was powerful in his own right, and some have claimed that he is at heart more twisted, cruel, and perverse than even his dark ancestor. He certainly inherited his father's ideals, and his single minded assurance of his own superiority, particularly over women. Malaak'a intended for him merely to detain the goddess, for the spell did not render her spirit vulnerable enough to destroy.

His son, however... [ his fingers tighten further against the chair and he looks down, even as wynn's expression hardens. ] Had other ideas.

[doubletake]

[She shifts uncomfortably in her chair for a moment, though any other signs of discomfort are absent.]

...Who's his son?

[heartvoid]

His born name was Kel'in'hrae. But Violet believes that he goes by another name here.

[graveflowers]

[ having heard this story twice already does not make it easier to listen to and vi cradles her belly protectively, even as a sneer darkens her features. ]

Keijen.

[slay]

[ The flicker of fury on Buffy's face, for as unrestrained and violent as it is, lasts only a short moment. She smothers the flames of her rage, stifling them for a later day.

This, perhaps, was news that shouldn't have preceded a trip to see Blade, as there is now every chance that she will castrate Keijen "actual trash bag" Blade.

When she speaks, her voice is all tight, deliberate control. Very level. ]

What did he do to her?

[nothingsodivine]

[oh, was THIS what you were expecting des to get mad about?

Because he abruptly stands up and slams his palms on the table.] That motherfff-

[mercifully, he cuts himself off, because in this context perhaps not the correct insult to use. So he's just gonna stand there. Impotently. Nostrils flaring.]

[bigbad]

This mean he's fair game for tearing out his rib cage if we get half a chance? Cause at this point he's really asking for it.

[heartvoid]

Ideally. However, Kel'in'hrae is also dangerously intelligent. His arrogance about his power is not misplaced. What's more, he knows how to surround himself with those who are just as powerful, and any attempt to destroy him as such will inevitably come with great costs. [ he turns to buffy, to finish explaining the rest of the story, however ] I am certain that you can imagine what he might have done in that position, and you'll forgive me for not wishing to speak aloud the blasphemies that befell my goddess.

The unexpected result, however, was that Sehanine fell with child, and decided, even in the midst of her divine rage upon returning to her immortal form, to keep it. To give birth to the child, and call it her own, and to keep the truth from her about who her monstrous father was.

That child, as you may have surmised, was Eterna Jade.