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EVENT #9: NOCWICH (DELEGATE MEETING) - IC POST

Event #9 - Nocwich (Delegates)

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If you were chosen as a delegate, someone from Nocwich will retrieve you shortly after the main demonstration - either the Blooming or the transformations - are finished. This will occur before the courier arrives with news of the threat, meaning you won't receive the same package or letter as the others.

To get to the meeting spot, a large and official-looking building, you'll be taken from the ceremony and through a portal into an unknown city square filled with fog. You will not be traveling directly to the meeting. If asked, you'll be told this is for security reasons. A carriage will await all three delegates at the square, which will then take them to another set of portals - where they'll finally reach their respective destinations of either Ikorr or Luna.

By the full moon, you should've already made your choice and informed your faction. It will not be possible to change your mind while in the carriage, as the chosen representative has been expecting to meet with you for a day or two now.

The Carriage Ride

The carriage that awaits you is painted a foreboding black, with silver trimmings. Intriguingly, there appears to be no coachman nor any horses attached to the carriage. A guard who also serves as your escort will invite you in. He will not ride with any of the delegates within, instead taking his seat outside at the back of the carriage.

Once it's time to move, the mist around you will grow thicker, shifting. Out of the fog forms spectral steeds that begin to pull the carriage along at a steady pace. You'll have a chance to chat with the two other delegates - or ignore them if you're enemies! The ride takes a little under an hour, though, so it might be worth trying to make some new friends during that time.

Soon, the carriage will stop in another foggy square. Here, you will step through the waiting portal and it will take you straight to the building either in Luna or Ikorr.

The Letter on Arrival

At the door, just before you enter the meeting, you'll receive your letter. The letter will be similar to what the other Summoned receive, but without instructions for the assigned task. It reads as follows:

◎ A potential threat to faction officials in Nocwich has been found. This threat may include one of the Summoned delegates of the same faction.

◎ As the threat is believed to be coming from a rival faction, discretion is of utmost importance. It is strongly recommended that the Summoned do not discuss it with anyone outside of their own faction, and especially must not alarm the the Nocwich representative they're about to meet.

◎ The factions firmly believe that this threat is only to anyone of great importance belonging to one of the three factions. They are quite sure that the citizens of Nocwich and regular visitors are completely safe, citing that their information source is highly credible.

◎ Faction leaders have asked for assistance from the other Summoned and ask delegates to trust that their friends will do their utmost to protect them.

Once the note has been read, the ink upon it will dissolve, leaving behind an unremarkable piece of blank parchment.

Instead of the assigned task the other Summoned receive, your job as a delegate is to carry out the meeting and ensure the representatives do not realize anything is wrong, even should they sense something off. Both for the representative's safety and your own, it's best to keep this information to yourself. Informing the wrong person might put them in danger alongside you and escalate the situation.

Do your best in this meeting and establish a relationship with your chosen city in Nocwich. It isn't only about the factions. This is about the Summoned who live in the factions with you - your friends and family.

Players can thread out the carriage ride with each other as much or as little as they like! Feel free to make your own top levels below or plan threads however you want. It isn't required, but the option is available for flavor.

For the representative meeting, please write your starting tag under your assigned comment with the subject line IKORR (vampires) or LUNA (werewolves) depending on your choice, and we will begin the meeting.

YENNEFER OF VENGERBERG | JASKIER | HIMEKA SUI

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[ She's been mentally preparing for this moment. Himeka is no stranger to entreating with neighboring powers nor is she to rubbing elbows with leaders and the upper crust, despite her modest beginnings. But it has been a while and it's the first that she's needed to do so wholly alone, without her reputation as the Warrior of Light to garner some influence. No, though she's been told the Old Gods had chosen her, she knows she's left to her own devices to make a good impression.

The ominous note doesn't help. As the ink fades before her, Himeka's mind races with possibilities. Too many, with not enough information. Gods she's so much better at just bursting forward, but this is a different sort of battlefield. But, mayhaps, she can offer some sort of protection to the Ikorr representatives she's meant to entreat with. (Mayhaps this is what the gods had intended?)

Himeka folds the parchment up and tucks it away into her layered dress. Taking a deep breath, she pushes forward through the doorway, wearing what she hopes is a friendly smile. ]

[ yennefer steps through the portal like she is most used to - her head held high, and her smile polite. whether or not she received the note would not have changed this (her life being in danger, or whatever other political machinations that happen on the night of large celebrations such as this, are no surprise to her), and as she finishes reading and watches as the ink evaporates from the page, she resists the urge to roll her eyes. of course one of the other factions would cause mayhem during a diplomatic mission. if she's being honest, she wouldn't be surprised if it wasn't someone else in thorne.

in the end, it does not change the purpose of this meeting. she is here to represent thorne, and her fellow summoned, to the people of ikorr. and while normally she would find diplomatic missions of any capacity boring and a waste of her time, the influence of this, the potential, and the queen's summons directly, feels a bit like yennefer's goals are moving in the right direction for once.

and so she steps through the portal to the meeting, dressed in a full length gown that shifts between navy and black, the fabric appearing as feathers along the bottom, with a silver, jeweled top. her smile is practiced, her posture too, as she looks upon what she finds on the other side, curious.

whatever else is going on between the factions, or may or may not be directed at her, she's not worried - confident she can handle herself is it came down to it. ]

[ What Yennefer will find on the other side is something of a mirror of her own poise and confidence; a lifted chin on a long neck, adorned in a long sleek dress that fits a woman of her standing. The woman holds her hands out to either side as she smiles at her guest, fangs visible from behind her lips. ]

Yennefer of Thorne.

[ She steps forward to greet her guest from the east, extending a long-fingered hand in gentle, sweeping motions. ]

My name is Celeste and it is my honored duty to welcome you and Thorne to Nocwich.

[ Through the door, a deceptively youthful woman sits. Her face is serious while she looks forward, but when she turns to greet her guest, her smile matches Himeka's in warmth. She is dressed formally, though not extravagantly, in a finely tailored outfit.

She waves the Solvunn delegate inside in a casual but friendly manner. ]

Come, come. Call me Osanna. [ She sticks out her hand expectantly. Himeka will find a firm grip if she takes it. ] Ikorr is delighted to welcome you.

[ as yennefer steps through the door, she is greeted with a stunning, elegant woman. yennefer does note the fangs just as quickly as she notes the poise in her shoulders, her neck. this is a woman who is experienced and aware of her power and influence, and yennefer's smile in return is respectful, polite.

her head tilts down in a well-executed bow, barely a pause in her steps as she approaches. ]

The honor is mine, my lady. Queen Ellya, and of course all of Thorne, offer our gratitude for your time tonight, especially on an occasion such as this.

[ she means nightbloom, of course, having just come from the festivities herself. ]

Edited 2022-08-20 16:08 (UTC)

[If Jaskier is honest with himself, speaking with Alucard and Geralt before this meeting hasn't truly assuaged his nerves. Annoying enough having them, he thinks, when he has met with all sorts of people from all walks of life throughout his travels. What is one werewolf when he is the beloved Bard of the Continent? When his name already rings through several cities here, as well? (And Thorne, he likes to think -- if they have not forgotten him yet. Which would be terribly short-sighted on the Queen's part, wretched woman that she is.)

Despite all of that, why is it that a letter, promising trouble and trial and tribulation, that gives him some sort of twisted satisfaction, of calm? Because when Jaskier thinks of it, the feeling of, ah, yes, another opportunity for Destiny to show her ass, and to fuck myself and my company is simply his life remaining consistent.

There's some calm to be found in that. What is a meeting between powers without danger in the mix?

Trust your friends will do their utmost to protect you.

And so that remains consistent, too.

Jaskier arrives after a rather, frankly, over-elaborate combination of carriages and portals with nary a feather or tuft of fur of his overly elaborate outfit out of place (because he spent most of the carriage ride smoothing them out.) His head is held as high as Yennefer's; his smile comes as easily and genuinely as Himeka's. Those simple, important traits he has plucked from their ride to the meetings.

The neck of his lute sticks out from beyond his shoulder, strapped to his back, shifting as he gives a polite bow with his arm across his chest. He hardly needs to meet more than the shoes of his new company to announce:] Truly it is an honor to meet you --

[ Osanna? It's a lovely name, the sort she would expect to hear on her own star. It's a nice surprise of unintended familiarity.

Himeka takes the offered and and returns the shake in kind, albeit not quite as strongly. ]

It's wonderful to meet you, Osanna. My name is Himeka. [ Which is probably known but feels proper to introduce herself all the same. ] I've been looking forward to this! Thank you for having me.

[ Which is true. Even if Himeka doesn't believe she's got the head for politics, she does love the opportunity to get to meet new peoples and go new places. ]

[ The werewolf who greets Jaskier is already standing by the time the door opens. He might've been spotted last month as the emissary from Luna visiting the factions, the Free Cities included.

Despite the roughened look of his scarring, he is neatly dressed in simple but polished clothing and his eyes are warm. He smiles, friendly and wide, and claps Jaskier on the shoulder once the guest has straightened up. ]

Ah, no need for such formality. The name is Sten. Please, have a seat. [ He makes a sweeping motion towards the plush chairs waiting. ] Welcome to Luna. How did you find our ceremony?

[Once Jaskier stands straight and catches a glimpse of the man, felt the clap of his hand, a strange choking noise is squeeze from his throat, accompanied with a small:] Ger --

[Immediately, he smooths his hair down, pushing a few strands behind his ear and out of his face. Jaskier clears his throat, his eyes lingering on the ragged scar over the man's face. (A wolf claw?)

Is this a curse? Is he just destined to be haunted by men who look like the White Wolf? Destiny once again tosses her waves of hair with a laugh, tinkling like bells. (Oh. That's a good line. He'll write that down later.)]

Ah -- Sten, yes! Of course. Still, lovely to meet you. My apologies, you look -- you reminded me of someone I know. [It feels like he should offer an explanation that will hopefully persuade the werewolf that he does not simply choke on his spit sometimes.] My name is Julian Alfred Pankratz, Viscount de Lettenhove -- though I suppose you may have heard me introduced as Jaskier. [He takes his seat, pulling the edges of his coat out from under him. Oh. This is not awful. A bit of him had been expecting some sort of of secluded forest grove and some stumps.

To be fair, he has no prior experience with werewolf. Though he once had a lover he'd suspected of being one. The man simply had entirely too much hair.

Sten really has that lover beat in looks and levels of hair. Jaskier cannot stop his eyes from lingering as he removes his lute from his back, laying it across his back.] The ceremony? Sten, I hardly have the words! I've traveled for most of my life, and I've never once seen something so... forgive me if I offend -- bestial in nature -- yet with a marked humanity, so entrenched in nature itself. All dressed in the pale light of the moon! It reminded me of some ceremonies I once witnessed among the company of druids, but, of course, their ability to change shape is only legend -- and when the moonlight lit the lamp! Why, I'd never felt so warm --

[To anyone who has ever met Jaskier, his overabundance of words is indicative of his excitement and his interest instead of nervousness, and honestly only speaking of the sights he saw a mere hour ago is enough to light him up, to forget the nerves that had twisted on the way here.] I spent much of my time listening to your people's music, and I wrote a small something on the way here, to remember what I'd seen, somewhat in the style I listened to. I wonder if I would not be amiss to ask if you would like to listen? If we have time.

Edited 2022-08-21 03:59 (UTC)

[ A small pause can be seen on Sten's face. He's noticed Jaskier's stumble, that much is not in doubt. However, a lifetime of meetings has taught him to move on with grace and Jaskier will find the werewolf sits down with the same friendly smile. ]

Excellent.

[ He claps his hands together when he finds a moment to interject. He does indeed wait patiently for Jaskier to finish speaking, though. ]

That is everything we should want to hear. Rest assured, I have heard tale of your remarkable musical talent when I traveled to Cadens. There may be time yet afterwards for a listen, but first...tell me, what drew you to Luna over Ikorr?

[ Sten is watching quite intently. He appears to want to know what Jaskier believes Luna can offer the Free Cities that Ikorr cannot. ]

[ Celeste's smile is an easy one and the mention of the Queen herself only widens her fanged grin. They are representing their factions to be sure, but Ikorr are aware of how important the power balance in Thorne is. And Yennefer has manners. ]

Ah, if only the Queen could have seen it for herself. I can only hope that it lived up to your expectations?

[ There is pride in her voice, trusting that all who witness the Nightbloom are properly impressed. With a graceful "come hither" motion, she gestures for Yennefer to follow her towards a small but ornate sitting area, velvet seats and an open bottle of wine wait for them. ]

Come, do make yourself comfortable.

[ Osanna's smile does not dim. Her fangs peek out from under her lips as she makes a motion toward the ornate gold seats by the window. The moon shines bright and round outside. ]

Duty had me miss the Blooming this year. I hope it was to your liking? [ Osanna takes her seat. Two silver goblets sit upon a table and a bottle of blood-infused wine. She lifts it with a question in her eyes. Her tone is polite, but Himeka may sense which answer her host would have a preference to hear. ]

You don't take offense to this variety, do you?

[ manners, and a few decades of her own under her belt. the growing smile seems to solidify something for yennefer, something that has her own smile curling. ]

If only she could have seen it, indeed. But don’t worry- I will recount the entire evening, and in particular the graciousness of our hosts. [ she can play at this game just as well as all the others, and if there’s one thing she’s learned, a woman in power is not to be underestimated.

yennefer let’s put a breath, not anywhere near a scoff, but a sort of exclamation. ] It exceeded any expectation I could have hoped to have. If I hadn’t known any better, I would have thought myself dreaming.

[ as she gestures for yennefer to follow, she moves with ease, stepping in behind the elegant woman as they move further inside. yennefer let’s her eyes wander, but only briefly, before her attention is back to celeste and the decadent room. the bottle of wine catches yennefer’s attention first, and then the plush seats. she has been on her feet for most of the night. so she moves further inside, picking a seat for herself and settling in. ]

I hate to admit it, my lady, but I don’t recall seeing you at the Blooming. Were you able to attend?

Edited 2022-08-24 04:05 (UTC)

[ The fangs are to be expected but curious all the same, more prominent than the Keeper Miqo'te she's met for sure, and a reminder of who the woman she's meeting is speaking for. ]

Oh, it was lovely! I've never seen flowers quite like that before. It's little surprise that it would be cause for celebration. Do they always bloom the same colors? A shame you had to miss it.

[ She pats her hair where she'd taken the little blossom and woven it into one of the smaller braids close to her face (with some help from a friend).

Himeka follows Osanna to the window and gingerly takes the other seat. To the question, she shakes her head. ]

Not at all. The only way to know if you like something is to try it, right?

[ Truthfully there are few edible things that Himeka would ever turn away, even if she is curious just whose blood ends up in those. They took samples from the Summoned not too long ago, but surely...these would be from some other willing participants, right? ]

[Perhaps the similarities with Geralt are a hint beyond skin-deep.

Still, Sten is quite polite, though Jaskier hardly notices when people do interrupt him, because he tends to barrel straight on. (In retrospect, the flood of words could be. Some nerves. Somewhere in there. He'd certainly had a spot of wine to cool them out, and it hadn't burned out of him yet. Right?]

Ah, yes, you must have been the ambassador coming to see Marlo. [He had only heard rumors; unfortunately, Jaskier had been a bit too busy himself to catch a glimpse of this particular enigmatic Nocwich visitor.

Jaskier gives a nod, laying a hand over the strings of his lute for now. He licks his lips, brows rising a bit at the question. It is not one he expected, really, and he is hoping this meeting will not turn into an interrogation. He's had far enough of those for one lifetime.

Though the wolf does not appear inclined to set his hands on fire either, so that's a positive.]

Ah... well. May I be honest with you? [He doesn't quite wait for an answer, because -- because Sten does look so much like Geralt, and he has never failed to be honest with that wolf, either, and -- dishonestly is not really one of Jaskier's go-tos unless it need be done.] I come from a sphere that has people similar to yours -- though far different in many ways. I have never had real opportunity to meet one, as much as I'd have liked to. [If they wouldn't have attacked or eaten or turned him during such a meeting. The wolves here seem to have complete control of themselves.] And, when it comes down to it, the choice was rather selfish. I myself have recently come into possession of a... a transformation magic. A bird, I mean, not something such as a wolf. And I wondered if I might learn from your people, who have lived with such a skill for so long.

[There are multitudes of reasons -- some as simple as that werewolves were sexy in a very dangerous way -- but Jaskier is quite serious in his answer, and when he adds something that occurs to him now:] In a way, it reflect the Free Cities, too. They are... they are a stiff people. To put it lightly. Set in their ways. I have discovered parts of their history they have attempted to bury and destroy. I think the Cities and those within them could do with a very good lesson on the benefits of change. I wish for -- for these people to embrace what they may fear. [His fingers draw over the lute strings, the sound so quiet it is hardly a whisper.] I'm afraid I have had far too much experience with what happens when people embrace fear over curiousity.

Please do. We would be honored if she would grace us with her presence in the years to come.

[ As welcoming as Celeste will be with Yennefer, there are several parties that need to be impressed within this short meeting. To lay the groundwork for future endeavors is the purpose that a discerning woman such as Yennefer would likely pick up with little effort.

Celeste offers a soft bow of her head at the compliments to the ceremony. ]

It is a marvelous sight, isn't it? We honor light in a very specific way here in Nocwich.

[ As she picks up and uncorks the bottle, Celeste shakes her head. ]

Alas, my duties were elsewhere. It will only serve to make next year's Blooming all the more enticing.

[ There is a pause as she holds the mouth of the bottle above one of the glasses, yet unpoured. ]

Wine? It's one of our local vintages.

[ And all the particular flavors that come with it. ]

[ That he was. Sten cannot take offense that the man did not recognize him. They had traveled under the cover of the night and it were not a public visit by any means.

He signals Jaskier to continue. He appears perfectly satisfied to listen to Jaskier speak, and is leaning forward as though listening carefully. His eye shows a spark of interest when the delegate explains that his world contains "people similar" to Luna. ]

History should indeed be held in high regard. We travel to Solvunn even now to acknowledge the roots we planted there long ago, but though it is important to remember the past we must also look forward. To return the favor of honesty, we wish to establish relations with you for the sake of change, as you say. You and others like you are quite enterprising individuals, and I should not want to see Luna grow stagnant in our ways. We have much we could learn from you in return.

[ As he speaks, he pours them both a mug of fine ale. It carries an unusual but pleasant fragrance. ]

How did you come about your transformation magic? For our people, we have it from birth. You know, the first time one wears their fur, the elders like to describe it as a graceful and elegant sight. They often leave out limbs going akimbo and pups tumbling down hills.

[ Sten sounds somewhat wistful. It is as if there have been fewer opportunities in recent times to witness first transformations. ]

Edited 2022-08-26 17:05 (UTC)

[ Osanna brightens at her guest's enthusiasm. She waves a hand. ] Quite all right! I've seen it over a thousand times. Never does lose its shine, though. Legend says if it ever blooms white under a red moon, it is a portent of great doom.

[ The ominous tale is followed by a wide grin. The vampire leans forward to examine the blossom in Himeka's hair. She appears pleased that Himeka has chosen to keep the flower so close at hand and similarly pleased that the delegate has accepted her offering.

Osanna fills the two goblets, then slides one over. Himeka will find the wine contains the faintest metallic tang overlaid with a fruity aroma. ]

Good, good. There are a great many new things to try in Ikorr. I would love to show you. Pity our time is limited. Perhaps you might tell me what you hope to see the most from us, should we have the chance to meet again?

She would be honored in turn, I am certain.

[ yennefer is fully aware of what celeste's schedule has probably been for the evening, how - if this is truly the opening event it is meant to be for the lands and people of ikorr to the rest of abraxas - the amount of meetings and conversations and precarious moments she's most likely needed to direct herself through.

still, she bows her head softly and yennefer bows her head in return, as if to acknowledge, or reaffirm, the honesty of her comment itself. because the ceremony had been an impressive feat of magic. ]

I can see that now, especially with the ongoing night. Light appears to be something of an important commodity, and I'm thrilled to have been able to see its honoring.

[ when celeste goes for the bottle, there is a genuine look of interest in yennefer's eyes, and when she is offered the glass, her face breaks into a smile. ]

Please, if you wouldn't mind. [ she's heard of the local wines, the vintages, and all of their ingredients. and while it had been a curious conversation at first, it's hardly the first glass yennefer has had. ]

I have to ask, though, about the Blooming - it's a wonderous sight, for sure, but does it change year to year?

[ she means in relation to the long lives the vampires of ikorr live, and whether or not there is any variety in something like that, but she's more than willing to broach the subject if celeste needs more clarification. ]

[Jaskier's eyes flash up to Sten's, surprise crossing his features. From Solvunn? So they must have either left on their own, or -- or more likely, if the elves have taught Jaskier anything, through force. But Sten does not mention the circumstances, and Jaskier does not ask for the moment.

It is enough their desire align. Align perfectly, actually.]

I am decidedly thrilled to hear you say as such. As a bard, the preservation of the past and the applications of its lessons have always been very important to me and... I feel we can both reach a very satisfying conclusion to our desires. Together.

[Jaskier lets the words -- or the double entendre, if they're taken that way -- linger, thrilled for the ale -- to whet his throat, and perhaps steel his nerves further. Jaskier takes a gentle whiff before he tips a bit back, caught by surprise by the taste but not put off by it.]

As for my magic, I... I'm afraid I'm not quite sure. I have been practicing avian magic for my time here, so I believe it is some sort of... natural progression? I'm far from a mage. But, I can assure you, I was neither graceful nor elegant myself the first time. I remember squawking, and losing a handful of feathers. I had a friend who had to calm me down. [He smiles, rueful, remembering Alucard cupping his tiny, tiny body. How he must have weighed nothing at all.] And the second time, I fell off a table. Truthfully, I have only attempted a handful of time, as I find the process rather... er, shocking.

[In true Jaskier fashion, it is far too easy to settle on speaking about himself, but that isn't why he's here. Entirely.] And yours? How was your first time? I imagine it was some time ago.

[ Red moon, great doom? That does have a certain ring to it, doesn't it? Himeka's eyes widen but she finds herself humming and nodding in agreement. ]

All of the best prophecies rhyme.

[ She leans forward a bit herself to allow her host to take a closer look at the flower, glad that in adorning herself with it she hasn't upset any local custom. (Had she considered it when she put it on? No, not at all. But hindsight is always better, isn't it?)

When offered, Himeka readily accepts the goblet from Osanna. ]

Thank you.

[ She lifts it in a small toast and takes a sip. If she hadn't known any better, she wouldn't have assumed there was much blood in the wine give the light hint of something coppery, but it's mostly sweet and appealing. ]

Ah...delicious! I feel like you can learn a lot about a place based on it's cuisine.

[ She'd like to try more of it if given the opportunity and proper coin. ]

Sampling more of that would be wonderful, if I'm being honest.

[ Though that's not at all why the Council sent her here, is it? Not to fill her belly even if that's ever the primary objective. But now's her time to play diplomat and, despite the fact she has a significant amount of experience, she's never considered herself much of a good speaker. So...it's likely best to just speak from the heart. ]

...I'm not a native of this world, as you already know. But Solvunn does have one thing that I've always thought was important--community. To be part of the community of the Summoned and that of the Commune as well...it's meant the world and more. To see that community expand beyond the borders of the Commune would be nice. So I'd hope to see friends. Friends in the making.

It is, indeed. As it is likewise pleasing to see that it's allure is not lost on those who enjoy the sun so often.

[ She continues to be pleased that Yennefer does not turn down her invitation to imbibe. Understanding though Celeste is that the tastes of Ikorr may not be as enticing to outsiders, it is a show of good faith to offer and furthermore to have it accepted. She pours both glasses before offering one to her guest. ]

I hope it's to your liking.

[ Celeste sets the bottle down and picks up her own glass, gently stirring the liquid as she tilts the glass to and fro. ]

There is a legend that says the flower may bloom a shimmering white under the gaze of a red moon. But it isn't a sight to celebrate as it heralds a great doom.

[ She then takes a sip of the wine. It's surprisingly light, fragrant with citrus and floral accents, with the slightest bit of metallic tang that defines it as an Ikorr vintage. ]

Now...it hasn't escaped my attention that you were chosen to meet with us upon Queen Ellya's recommendation. And what an honor that is! So I must ask; you have ambitions for Nocwich or the Summoned?

[ Sten's smile remains polite, though perhaps it grows a tad wider. He sips his ale with surprising delicacy. ]

Me? Oh, I most assuredly took a tumble. A graceful one, mind you.

[ He grins a bit now. It was indeed quite some time ago. Unlike the vampires, however, he is not any older than he appears. The werewolves age with time the same as all mortal humans.

He leans back in his seat. One leg crosses over the other. ]

It gets easier with practice. That is unique to achieve transformation so early in your magical studies considering where you hail from. I've heard the Free Cities prefer to make use of scientific advancements than growing their magic. Or... has your experience with them been otherwise?

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[ yennefer is very much aware of the good faith wrapped up in accepting such offerings, and while she is sure - given the tastes and ingredients - it would have been acceptable enough for her to turn it down. however, yennefer isn't one for half-measures, and while the wine is different, it is also wine.

she smiles to celeste and nods, taking a sip of the wine. it's the floral accents that yennefer focuses on, enjoying the range of the flavors, even the metallic nature of the aftertaste. ]

Ah, yes. Omens of doom tend to make themselves quite visible. I hope you never have to see such a thing. [ divination, omens, prophecies - yennefer is quite aware of the ways in which they work, as well as the ways in which they can be manipulated.

the question from celeste has yennefer's attention away from her own thoughts and back to the conversation at hand, taking the question for what it is - polite curiosity - and the implications each of her answers might have. ] Yes- It has not escaped me the trust that my Queen has put in me to come here. Honor barely covers it. [ if celeste was any closer to yennefer, she might be able to pick up the sarcasm. on the layered meaning behind the words. as it stands, yennefer's poker face is quite good, so she continues. ] And of course, my intentions with us meeting are entirely focused on building a meaningful, mutually beneficial relationship. Thorne and Ikorr, from what I have heard, share many similar ideals.

[ and then, almost as if yennefer is looking around to make sure no one is listening, she leans in close. her smile appears all the part secretive, like she is sharing something with celeste, here. a secret. ] And you'll have to forgive my selfishness, but have some interest in the study of alchemy myself, so there is no lack of personal curiosity as well.

[He laughs, his head thrown back a bit.] Mine was not graceful, thank you! But that can be our secret.

[He can't help but wonder what wolf Sten would look like. Could he be...

No. It would be far too ironic.,. Too. Too funny in the grand scheme of things. But if his hair is any indication -- though it is not his pelt -- does he truly turn into a white wolf?

He would love to see it.]

Oh, I would not be surprised to hear it so. It's certainly not an easy magic. I'm still practicing to do it at all. [It was not the same as pulling a pelt on, but -- that's its own sort of magic. There must be some sort of chaos they weave for it?

Sten's question leaves him taking a sip, then hovering the glass near his lips as he considers. Do the people of Nocwich even know of the Horizon? Of their connection to the Singularity? Though he wishes he could not, he has to assess what danger any information he gives could provide. Even if Sten is extremely handsome and, honestly, could take Jaskier to bed without another word, he is still an unknown. He is not one of the Summoned.

In some ways, Julie is right. It will always be them against the sphere as a whole, because they are not of this world.

After a breath, he nods.] You aren't incorrect. The Free Cities mostly prefer the magic of machines over chaos. I've been mostly teaching myself, honestly, though there are some who still practice, at the academies and such. Even portal mages! I suppose they haven't figured out a device that can recreate a portal quite yet. [Though Nocwich appears to have their own mages quite capable of such feats. Imagine -- a mage werewolf! What a silly image. Or so he would've thought weeks ago.] It is a funny thing, speaking of history. I've been working, along with a friend, on the restoration of an old speaking hall in Cadens, which bears runes that resemble ones I've seen copied in Thorne's library. I imagine the Free Cities certainly has its roots in old magic, but... well. Perhaps they find the lack of spontaneity from machines more comforting these days.

That they do.

[ Osanna's countenance indicates she's not a believer of such harbingers of doom and gloom. When Himeka's answer comes, she lifts a thoughtful finger to her painted lips and her eyes turn momentarily to the notebook she has tucked away at her side. ]

I'll confess, Himeka, I'd thought someone from Solvunn would take interest in Luna. They've got that connection to those lands, you see. I'm glad you came to us instead. There's nothing we want more than to extend a hand to your people, and all the better that we do so over a fine vintage or a hearty dinner. Wouldn't you agree?

[ She does not wait for an answer to be given, continuing onward after another sip. ]

A blooming of a kind, of our very own, where friendship is concerned.

[ As with Yennefer, Celeste's polite mask is fairly inscrutable but like may recognize like. Yennefer can interpret the faint crinkle around her eyes as a sign that she understands the meaning.

She places her glass of wine on the table. Her hands return to her lap with practiced demure. ]

We do assuredly share the same thirst for knowledge. Alchemy is a well-kept secret of Ikorr. So it has been for many centuries as far back as I can remember. However...

[ Celeste leans forward to match Yennefer's gesture. She has not established the length of her age without purpose. ]

I must ask what aspect of alchemy interests you so personally.

[ Alchemy is a vast field, as are Ikorr's vaults. ]

[ like does, certainly, recognize like, and yennefer feels an understood chemistry settle between them if only from the simple fact that they both are quite aware of the layers through which they're communicating. ]

Anything worth knowing is generally kept secret to some degree.

[ it is said with that same conspiratorial air as she nods, like she knows a thing or two about a centuries-old secret being kept. she makes note of the comment about her age, probably more in tune with the understanding that comes with a longer life than most.

upon celeste leaning forward to match her tone, yennefer smiles, easily looking all the more excited. sparkling, in some ways. and there is some honesty to her words, though it is quite layered, drawn up to a very specific manner. ]

I've studied all manner of alchemy back in my home sphere, it was somewhat required studies as I was learning my ways through the manipulation of chaos and magic, but recently I have been drawn in by potions of healing, vitality, a return of the body to a previous state, that sort of thing.

[ What the people of Nocwich know and what Sten knows are two different circumstances.

He waits with practiced politeness as his guest gathers his thoughts, though his interest appears genuine. He nods once, as if Jaskier has confirmed many of his thoughts. ]

The marriage of magic and machine is a unique concept. Nonetheless, I'd say it has its roots in traditional enchantment, wouldn't you?

[ He continues on without waiting for an answer. ]

With that in mind, I believe we can help breathe new life and magic into the Free Cities' innovations. I only ask one thing. If we meet again, you must tell me about it! I'll want to hear about any new creations.

[ Whether they will truly meet again remains to be seen, but despite appearances, Sten is a diplomat through and through. ]

[ Celeste nods in agreement. That is quite true. Yennefer may have seen signs of said secrecy during the ceremony. The vampires would've revealed not a lot when it comes to the Blooming or what their vaults of knowledge contain. ]

A return of the body...

[ She muses momentarily before continuing. ]

We deal in magic similar to Thorne, but over the eons our trails have diverged. Perhaps it's time they meet again. Ikorr may have something that will be of interest to both you and kingdom.

[ A delicate sip follows. ]

Do promise me, Lady Yennefer, that should we find ourselves sharing another vintage, you'll keep me informed of your studies? In the name of friendship, of course.

[Jaskier nods, a little taken aback as he did not have time to answer. Still. He has made evident how much he knows of magic himself, and he only emphasizes because Sten asks questions and he does want to answer, but he is not an authority, either. Certainly not like Yennefer.

Though he hopes her own new companion is as generous as his has been so far.]

Oh! I see. Your intention is to begin trade with the Free Cities, then? [That does explain quite a bit of what has led up to this point. Though Jaskier cannot help but wonder if that... if that is truly a beneficial idea for the Luna. Would that not paint a potential target upon them?] Sten, I would be utterly pleased to inform you of anything we could possibly make. Do you receive letters? Well, I'm sure someone can send it for me. What is it, then, you intend to make trade with?

[ Sten nods once. That's right. That's Luna's intention simplified. As a small nation, trade is important to them. They need resources to provide for their citizens. ]

I do receive letters! Though you'll have to forgive any delayed answers. Our division is busy, you understand.

[ As for what it is they intend to trade with...

Sten removes a plain silver-colored ring from his pocket. He appears to have brought it with him for the explicit purpose of demonstrating. ]

Cast a small spell upon it. Go ahead.

[ Once Jaskier does so, he'll find the spell or magic he uses is absorbed into the slim band whereupon it gives off a soft glow and the metal turns warm. ]

Magic works wonderfully with it. You see why we believe this might benefit the inventive magic of the Free Cities.

[If only Geralt could be half as adorably enthusiastic. Jaskier's smile comes terribly easy. He did not intend for this to be the outcome, but...

Once he sees what Sten is offering, he already imagines Jayce and Viktor could certainly benefit from -- whatever this is. (Hector would have, once. Any sort of metal, jewelry; he would have formed beautifully. Jaskier swallows that memory down.)]

Ooh, a spell? You've intrigued me. [He peers down at the ring, gently cracking a few fingers. Right. A spell. One that clearly won't be seen as dangerous.

How about the one he has only just begun learning? He's not good at it. Far from doing anything worthwhile with it. Since his return from the Continent, Jaskier has been curious about the idea that, if magic can create fire, then surely it can create water.

He holds his hand over the ring, pulling at the magic the Singularity provides. And from his hand pours a small stream of water.

And before it can wet Sten's hand or the ring itself, it's quite simply. Gone. Soaked up, suddenly, as if an invisible sponge hovers above the ring.]

Oh! [He sits up, drink quickly set aside.] Fascinating! It -- it's absorbing the magic? Completely? My, I've never seen something like that.

[ she certainly had noticed the lack of specific information when it came to her conversations with other vampires across the last few days, and especially that night. still, the moment of musing from celeste has yennefer's curiosity growing, wondering if there is more she will say tonight.

at the comment about how the trails of magic has diverged, yennefer nods in agreement, looking all the part like she knows just to what extent they have diverged. ]

You think so? [ the excitement that flashes in her eyes is actually genuine, in many ways. yennefer's eyes watch as celeste takes a delicate sip of her wine before her own smile widens. ]

My lady, I would like nothing more. Yes, I will absolutely keep you informed- in the name of friendship. [ yennefer, as if for good measure, holds out her glass to celeste in cheers. an agreement, of sorts, between them. ]

[ Celeste leans forward with a similar air of conspiracy Yennefer demonstrated earlier. ]

I know so.

[ Ever mysterious, Celeste chooses not to reveal what she plans on offering Thorne but Yennefer will discover what it is quite soon.

The vampire holds up her glass in response. The gesture is friendly as though Celeste recognizes Yennefer's interest is genuine and she's pleased to end their talk on a pleasant note. ]

[ The werewolf brightens alongside his guest. He appears gratified his demonstration's well received. The ore is a rare resource unique to Luna - and quite a source of pride for his people. ]

I'd hope you haven't! I'd be crushed to learn it isn't as special as we believe.

[ He laughs a little and puts the ring away once Jaskier has examined it to satisfaction. Their talk is drawing to a close but it's been a productive one.

Sten smooths the lapels of his jacket. Then he holds out his glass in a toast. ]

I'll make sure it arrives in the Free Cities soon. To brighter futures.

[Jaskier laughs himself.] No, no! I'm very impressed, believe me. It's quite special.

[And yet he can only hope it is not used for ill. He has a feeling Sten does not intend that. Like... like the druids he once knew among the roots of Bleobheris, this feels like a genuine gift of friendship.

Jaskier chooses to believe that.

Their classes clink together heartily.]

To brighter futures, my friend.

[ the matched air, the agreeable tone as if in spite of the ever mysterious tone - yennefer knows that this meeting is going, or has already gone, in the exact way she had planned.

I know so celeste says, and holds out her glass in response. in return. a cheers, for their meeting, for their shared interests. she does not know yet what it is they will send her home with, and it will be a few days until she is truly able to dive into all that it will give her, but she is excited nonetheless.

yennefer nods, and takes a sip from the glass, equally pleased to end the talk on that note. ]

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EVENT #9: NOCWICH (DELEGATE MEETING) - IC POST

THORNE - YENNEFER OF VENGERBERG

FREE CITIES - JASKIER

SOLVUNN - HIMEKA SUI

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