[Text] Forward Dated to mid-morning, 23rd of December.

[deior]

My dear Guests,

I regret to inform you that the walls of our stronghold have been breached. The day has not dawned and now, any unlit passage or path may lead only to danger and a slow death.

My staff will keep several fires lit throughout the grounds, in the Great Hall, at the bonfire, and in your own Common Hall. I urge you to join them and remain there for as long as this night lasts. If you must wander, do not go alone, and always carry with you a light so that you may see that the passage around you remains. I cannot be held responsible for what may befall you, should you stray too far from a light.

Deior, Lord of Holloways Keep.

Comments

[drinkuntilidie.livejournal.com]

Breached by what?

[Oh what a fantastic time to be crippled.]

[thequeensown]

Talia is so unamused by this. So. Very. Unamused.]

Kevas I will bring lights. You are in your room?

This is the Herald not giving you one god damned choice, mister.]

[drinkuntilidie.livejournal.com]

[Now Kevas is feeling even more antsy. Danger is right around the corner and he's still stuck in his room.]

Aye, ain't be able to go anywhere else.

[thequeensown]

[Yeah, Talia has that same concern. She's not going to let the darkness eat you, Kevas.]

I'll be there shortly.

[drinkuntilidie.livejournal.com]

[Hey, The End never got him so what's a little darkness going to do?]

Alright, be careful.

[thequeensown]

[ooc: You wanna log or handwave, hun? I wasn't sure if Kevas was sittig this out or not... I'm cool with it either way.]

[There is the slightest trace of tightness to her voice as she secures a light for herself.]

Always, beloved.

[drinkuntilidie.livejournal.com]

[ooc: We can log it if you wanna but Kevas won't be doing much of anything with his limbs still mostly broken.]

Good, didn't wanna haftah drag jah here.

[Broken limbs be damn, he won't let anything happen to her.]

[thequeensown]

[ooc: *nods* We can handwave, if you don't mind... only so I'm not leaving you hanging terribly over the Christmas weekend. I'm cool with only having one or two of my characters poking around during this disaster.]

[Talia smiles slightly, a bit of the tension leaving her tone and face at the remark. Always the hero, her husband...]

I don't think that will be needed in the slightest, my heart... I shall bring light.

[Enough to supply them for a few days if need be...]

[iwannabeadragon.livejournal.com]

Fantastic. That's my favorite kind of death.

[willruleitall]

[audio]

What the hell is so bad that it can take away our daylight?

[Scared? Veronica? No way.]

[sacredbrand.livejournal.com]

[If she were the type, Nel would be slamming her head into her room's desk about now.]

[idkmybffcyclops]

Too late to invest in light bulbs or something?

[thii2ii22tupiid]

what?
what breached, you 2aiid there ii2 nothiing el2e, what diid thii2 FIIX IIT FIIX IIT.

[heavyweaponsbot]

You only show yourself when there is a crisis?

What kind of lord does that? Hmn?

[featherofthecat.livejournal.com]

Ah.

[My that isn't a pleasant sound.]

So the great and mighty Deior is having issues now? But will not specify for those of a curious and intelligent mind, what troubles and woes you are having?

[Scoff.

ooc:_{Now we know how Tsia gets in trouble. She's going to go and investigate that darkness. There might be something to it, to get OUT of this tedious idiocy, if the ninny is trying to keep people herded in one area.}]

[likesfootnotes]

[text]

Santa Claus is coming to town. ¹

1 - To get you. Don't say I didn't warn you.

[bffpoltergeist]

[A snorted giggle can be heard; certainly the situation is stressful, but c'mon... that was funny.]

You better watch out, you better not cry...

[No, really, she's taking this seriously... it's just that she's a ghost and already dead. OOOOOOOooooooo, scary darkness.]

[likesfootnotes]

[text]

Crying will only catch his attention faster.

[bffpoltergeist]

[Audio]

[She's singing the lyrics now, because she's amused as hell. It'll continue to be amusing until a killer Santa Claus emerges.]

He sees you when you're sleeping, he knows when you're awake...

[halfbrokenwings.livejournal.com]

Sir. Please, sir. I implore of you! Are there not those on your staff that have access to these tunnels that could help retrieve people?! The executioner? Does he not travel by use of these paths?!

Please.

[faun_tumnus]

[Audio]

[Tumnus is no fool and he can plainly pick up that Isabella is openly distressed.]

Isabella?? Child, what is wrong???

[halfbrokenwings.livejournal.com]

Tumnus?!

It's Sollux-

[Her not!little not!brother-]

He's been trapped. In the tunnels. The last t-

[She chokes on the words. It is not her place to say and the very thought of it happening again has her stomach in knots.]

We need to get him out of there!

[faun_tumnus]

[Tumnus doesn't really understand this, but he recognizes and responds to Isabella's distress first and foremost.]

Where may I meet you? I will help you l-look for him.

[The faun is far from the bravest of the Narnians, but if there is anything he can do to help, then he shall.]

[halfbrokenwings.livejournal.com]

Oh Tumnus! Thank you!

[The knots start to unwind one way, only to wind up in another.]

Be-ware, Tumnus! Stay to the light, or take one with you. The fourth floor of the barracks has a fireplace. There?

[faun_tumnus]

[Tumnus nods, even if it's not visible in the audio post.]

I shall bring a t-torch of some fashion, then... that sounds to be the perfect place to meet. I shall see you there shortly.


[ooc: You wanna throw up a log that will lead to chaos or shall I?]

[halfbrokenwings.livejournal.com]

[ooc: go for the log! I've got that part of her AC done :3]

I will see you then.