[The past few days have been quite the culture shock for poor Carol. She's seen so many strange things already, from the city itself to the inhabitants that were brought here just like she was. Her camera's already almost full from all the pictures she's taken, and she's pretty sure Mr. Vice-President would be pleased with her if he knew how hard she was working at trying to gather information. Still, after being shoved into temporary housing, she's had a difficult time adjusting. And that's why she's been practically staying at the library for the past few days, doing hours of research just to find out the history of this place. Of course there's a lot to go over, and a lot to take in.

But there's something that's been bugging her since she arrived. And so she's finally going to try using that Tablet of hers to get some answers.]

Hello! Um, I was wondering if anyone knew if there was a local newspaper being run here. Back home, I worked for the Daily Days, a very prestigious newspaper company! And I thought that even though I've ended up in this strange place, I should keep working hard to continue delivering news to the public! I don't want to slack off after all...

If someone could give me some answers, I'd very much appreciate it!

[Action - Library.]

[And for people actually in the library, a little later on in the evening, there will be odd sounds coming from behind one of the large book shelves. If you choose to investigate, you'll find large stacks of books everywhere. At the center of this giant pile of books is a little girl curled up with a blanket and snoring.

Looks like someone tried to make their home in the library.]

[The unpleasant whispers have been nursing his worry all afternoon. They had been quiet enough at first; relatively easy to put aside while he worked but now, in the quiet of his apartment, the vicious words and the shadows that danced just outside of his immediate vision were starting to wear on him. When he reaches for the tablet and flicks on the video function, it's with a degree of unease.]

Seems like others see them too, then.

[His manner is guarded, face set in an unhappy, worried expression. He eyes the tablet, skimming through what he can, swallowing lightly. To be strong one must put their faith in the Light, and he reaffirms this with a pale shimmering aura about himself before saying anything else. The shield will help protect him, of that he's certain, but the unease continues to grow.]

Tell me, does anyone have any idea where they've come from? Are they only affecting us around here or ...can those outside of the city itself see them - hear as well?

[He gently presses the button that sends it to audio. The whispers have begun again and he would rather not lose his careful composure. Meditating doesn't seem like the correct path, not right at this moment. Still, he hesitates for a moment, and one might hear the slight inhalation before he simply says-]

Please be safe, everyone.

[Lawd, this guy is spent. Though he usually likes to broadcast from somewhere in the clinic -- his office, a supply closet, the waiting room -- this time, he's in bed, propped up against pillows and looking weary.]

Folks, we're not exactly out of the woods yet -- as the piles of stinking rubble and even less breathable air than usual make obvious -- but I still wanted to thank everyone who stepped up in service of the clinic over the past month.

[He rubs the side of his pale mouth tiredly.]

We lost a lot of patients, there's no denying that. But we saved plenty of people, too. Saved each other. We did our goddamn best. That's worth something.

[He pauses, as though that's all he's got to say. The feed shakes a little as he shifts around on his bed, his hand finding a piece of paper with a ring on top of it. He closes his fist over the ring, curls his fingers against the paper.]

And -- for those of you who knew him ... Belthazar has gone home, to Azeroth.

[His expression tightens; he's saying this for his own benefit, as much as anyone else's.]

No one who's been there would call our world a safe place. But our cities aren't like this, and Belthazar was just a child. Better that he's gone.

[He thinks of Jericho, so recently killed in the bombing, and Syllona, constantly overwhelmed with fear.]

Better that all the children should go, if their circumstances at home are even slightly better than this.

[ The silence in the background is full and steady, which makes the fast, uneven breathing behind the tablet a little more out of place than it might have been. ]

My friend, he- Jericho. [ a huffed breath out. ]

They- it wasn’t even an accident. He didn’t have a pulse when I... when I got here. [ not a certainty, the accident part. but a guess. a good guess his head's rushing to already, but he's too upset, too angry to think it through right now. ]

I don’t know how long it’s been but you- you could tell that with the right equipment. With the fractures and the head trauma that’s- that’s a lot of- [ work to do is what he doesn’t say.

no he won’t say that. ]

Whatever it takes, I’ll- whatever the white coats use to bring people back, we’ve gotta use that. There has to be a way, there just...

There has to be.

[The last thing he remembers is laying on the ground. The bomb had hit just above them, evaporating into the air, seeming almost comically harmless without any explosions or shrapnel accompanying it's fall. How sickening when he realized that it wasn't meant to have shrapnel or explosions - it was a gas bomb, and it's deadly cargo was not so obvious.

They were so close to safety, but when the paralytic gas froze his legs and tripped him, the natives did not turn back to help him.

His breathing is shallow and hard, cutting his words short.]

When...did the bombs stop? What happened?

[Waking up in the Hold, on a different day than he remembers, still feeling aches all over...

Had he really died?

Had they really abandoned him?]

Why did they leave me?

[Guess who is sick? And dragged to the hospital against her will stuck in the hospital.]

I don't want none o' your doctors. [She wheezes into the device, smart enough to keep it off.]

What I need is a wise woman. There are herbs and teas t'do me fine, none o' these metal machines. [She has to lean over to cough. It sounds like she's hacking a lung out.]

I won't stay here. In this metal buildin'. I'll fight me way out. I swear-- [And another coughing fit takes over before she just ends the feed.]

[The user ID definitely says "Painwheel" but that has to be a mistake. She hardly ever actually shows her face on the network to begin with. And those that do know what she looks like will notice that something is definitely missing.]

U-Um... hi. It's me, Painwheel.

[The deep, raspy voice matches.]

My mask got ruined during the attack and... There wasn't much point in getting it fixed, so I decided to take it off.

[Seems like it was done forcefully, as she's got some serious scarring going on.]

I know usually talk with text, but I was thinking about getting away from that. For a while, actually.

[Painwheel looks really seems really nervous about this, given how she keeps looking away and back to the camera, and awkwardly scratching the back of her head.]

So here I am.

That's it?!

[His voice bursts out, practically yelling, angry to cover any sadness or shame that might be there. He's bubbling over, still restless from the failed battle for Elmer's world. And anger needs direction, so he's throwing it outward.]

We're just going to leave that world like that?! Destroyed and broken and desecrated?! We have to go back! Bring all the people here! We can save them, or go back in time and stop it all from happening, or something! Why are we just sitting here?!

[Jesse's reporting in from the lab, for once, which probably looks a little strange for anyone seeing him in hazmat coveralls for the first time. Look at him. Professional-like. Behind him is a peek at the Initiative's futuristic chemistry equipment, but the focus is on a vial of clear liquid pinched between Jesse's fingers.]

Yo. Remember how I said like a month ago I was working on something? I finished it.

Wait - Um, backing this up a little in case you missed it. We got word a few months back that the U.E.'s been drugging their people with something called verstatsi. A lotta the Exiles that turned up here ended up sick 'cause they couldn't get their fix. A lotta them were dying from the withdrawal. It was pretty bad.

Anyways, I was developing an anti-addictive drug. We tested it this week.

[He taps the vial he's holding, looking pretty proud of himself.]

It's working. Everybody we gave it to stabilized in like under two hours. Cravings totally gone, symptoms gone. And the dose is only once a day, which - if you've ever been on methadone - that is huge, okay.

I know a lotta you are probably like, "Who cares? I'm not a junkie anyway." No, seriously, this shit? This could save your life if the U.E. ever captures you. This is big. We're gonna keep testing it, but I'm making sure the clinic gets stocked A.S.A.P., yo. All my research notes'll be there along with it so I don't gotta sit here explaining science to you for three hours. Everything about dosage... Recipe, too, in case anything happens to me.

So... Yeah. And thanks to Vanadi and Rin for helping me out with getting chemicals. We totally did it, you guys.

[Kara's casually draped at her table, nursing a beer, smoking a stogie. Thank the gods for those base creature comforts. Still, she looks a little bored at the moment. Because there is one thing lacking in her life. Well many things, but at the moment, it's the lack of card night. Hope her roomies don't mind some company because she's about to invite everyone over, more or less.]

You know what this place needs? Card night.

[Seriously, she misses wiping the floor with the other folks on Galactica and feeding her gambling habit.]

Anyone else around here even play, other than Remy? We can't be the only ones around here, am I right?

Oh-! Oh, Exsilium! How wonderful to see you once again!

[The red-skinned, four eyed alien behind the camera looks utterly delighted, though by the looks of her surroundings she’s found herself in a very depressing and shabby-looking building. But still, all four of her eyes are crinkled in delight and her grin is wide, and toothy. She obviously couldn't wait long to post this; judging by the background of the video, she’s in the courtyard of the Initiative Hold, and is occasionally wiping droplets of water from her tablet with one hand.]

Wonderful, again! Has it been long since I was gone!? How is the Clinic? It is thrilling to have returned!

[She pauses for a handful of seconds, and looks away, her expression turning from bright to cheerful, to something more restrained, thoughtful.]

Ah. But. I suppose, I should ask. If my captain has returned. If my friends are still...still well. If the war is still present. Though I am certain it is. [She sighs, then grins once again, her slightly-somber mood apparently over.]

Of course, I am still eager to assist! As I have before! It is my duty as long as I am here!

Transports of Exsilium! I am Kinna Nananea! A doctor- a medical doctor, I understand this distinction is important for humans! Please address to me all your medical complaints!

_{( Crystal is standing outside in what looks to be a part of the outlands. The rain is falling, but conveniently doesn't hit her or her communicator as she holds it in one hand. She's walking as the feed opens, stepping delicately through what might have once been a fenced-off field-- at least, the remnants of the fence are scattered around, although the field itself is barren. )}

I realize this is a busy time around here, but since a few people have mentioned this I figured now was as good a time as any. The years and the war haven't been kind to the land of this place, but I've been working to see if that can be helped. It's slow-going, but there's hope, for the soil and the people who could depend on it.

_{( She pauses, smiles. )}

I know there are several people here with either scientific knowledge of, magical connection to, or other knowledge of the earth. I know there have been attempts to build greenhouses and small-scale growth, but I'm thinking bigger. This is a farm-- or it was. I want to get it running again.

_{( Another pause, as she tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. She pans the camera over the decrepit building, the barn doors off their hinges and the fallen-in roof. The equipment, where it remains, is rusted over and unusable. )}

But there's a lot of work to be done, aside from that. Building, carpentry... whatever else it takes to get a place like this running.

_{( Now she looks almost sheepish; she's a princess and has never actually had to do that kind of work. )}

We didn't choose to be here, but there's no reason why we can't improve this place, and help it's people. That doesn't only have to be through war, and battle. So if you're willing to help, with any of it, I'd be very grateful. And I'm sure the people of this place would be, too.

_{( She seems to have finally reached her destination, on the side of the house. And there, sure enough, is a small 4x4 plot of apparently-plowed land. It's color is better than the soil in the fields, and clearly someone's been working with it. )}

It'd be nice if something could grow, here. Something we could use.

I have been attempting to scry cities within United Earth's territory, but their cities and strongholds are simply too far away to reach with the components I have available to me now. A reflecting pool can barely reach across the channel to the south. A mirror can make it a bit further, but all I see is still ruins and wastes. To actually reach United Earth territory, I would need a crystal ball. Ideally it would be about 3 feet across, and made of very high quality glass. I wouldn't consider it possible for such a thing to be made to sufficient quality for the distances I have in mind, but with the machines we have here, I think it could be done.

Since I have never learned glassblowing myself, I turn to my fellow transports. If anyone things they could do it, it would greatly help our cause to be able to spy on United Earth by magic, which I highly doubt they have defenses against. Not to mention that a chance to see what life under our enemies is like directly might help firm the resolve of some of you who have had difficulty deciding whether United Earth or Exsilium is more worthy of your enmity.

If you are not willing to make such a thing out of the goodwill of your heart, I would consider myself in your debt, willing to return a similar favor at some point in the future. A dragon's favor is not a boon to turn aside lightly. Or if you'd rather, I suppose I could be talked into...

[He's hesitant to even suggest it, but desperate times call for desperate measures.]

...paying you directly.

[He makes a face as if getting a foul taste out of his mouth.]

But before getting into such extreme measures, I would know if any of you thinks a three foot wide, flawless, perfectly spherical ball of glass is within your skill to make.

This is...the longest I've ever really been away from home.

[He sounds depressed about it, but then he hurriedly adds; ] And I'll be fine, I just -

[Lapsing back.]

I just...miss home.

[A pause, like maybe he shouldn't even say what he was planning to.]

...so...is there anything that - anyone can suggest I do...or...something?

[No video. Getting to be a habit with him these days, but really... who wants to see him looking like he does right now? Thank him later. If he sounded bad before, he sounds much worse now. The way someone would sound when they've spent a week vomiting. That's why he keeps the message relatively short and sweet.]

I tested the, um... the verstatsi. The U.E.'s drug.

In case the obvious needed stating: don't try it.

Full report coming once I can get my ass outta bed, but I can tell you it's about half-opiate, half-synthetic. The comedown's a total bitch and I ain't just talking like regular use. I mean like one shot and you're gonna need another fix in a few hours unless you like spending the next few days worshiping the porcelain god. Seriously, I'm a professional and this stuff... is bad. I don't think we got a lotta samples around here but take my word for it and don't mess around with it. I done H. This is worse than H. Way worse.

So that's your little P.S.A. and don't roll your eyes 'cause this ain't some D.A.R.E. bullshit, yo. I'm serious.

Hello, and good afternoon! I've something of a strange proposal for anyone willing to play along. I can phrase it as a game, if that would make anyone more willing to humor me.

In any case, here it is: I would very much appreciate it if you could tell me three facts about yourself. Two of them should be true, but one ought to be a lie. Just harmless lies and truths, if you please! I'd rather not hear about the bodies you keep in the cellar at home. [ that goes with a polite laugh. that's a joke, see??? ]

Much obliged.

[[ooc; Damian will be practicing his new lie detector of a weapon!! The permissions post for it is right here. I'LL LOVE YOU FOREVER IF YOU FILL IT OUT FOR ME.]]

[For once, Koltira isn't using the video function. Instead, there's just his voice, echoing and soft and toneless.]

Ashraf Salib has returned home.

[There's a stretch of silence. He isn't the only one in recent memory--the boy he met, Jack Frost, and Ashraf's friend, the monk--they're gone, too. Koltira hadn't known them nearly as long or as well as Ashraf, but he hadn't missed their disappearances, either.

Still, finding Ashraf gone was a punch to the gut. Despite their rocky first meeting, Ashraf eventually became one of the few people to fully and unconditionally accept Koltira for who--and what--he was. The priest's devotion to his beliefs, his essential goodness, his willingness to learn, his warmth ... these traits were uniquely his own, of course, but they also reminded Koltira of someone else he knew and cared for. Liadrin. A woman just as perfect in her faith as Ashraf, and just as determined to see the good rather than the bad.

She was gone from him, too, though, and had been for a long time.]

I suppose I should be happy for him.

[Another period of silence, and then the feed ends.]

[ Sokka is sitting cross-legged on his bed, leaning against the wall. There seem to be a few books scattered around next to him as he leans forward to address the camera. The young man scratches at his chin, then speaks. ]

Heeeey, everyone. I've been doing some reading and stuff and I was wondering if there's anyone who could give me a hand, now.

[ He holds up one of the books, the worn and battered volume open to show a diagram of a car's engine. ]

Is there anyone who can show me how to work with an internal combustion engine?

[Anduin's face is a touch too-composed as he edges into view, gazing silently at the screen of the tablet for a moment before leaning forward. Giving a quiet sigh, he rests his chin on his hands, elbows on the desk. His expression is a somber one, and yet he still smiles softly as he looks downward slowly.]

My apologies to those I was talking too awhile ago. Things have been a touch ...busy as of late.

[Busy in the avoiding everyone that he can sense, at least. Still, it's rude to try and shut himself away for so long no matter his feelings and it isn't what Varian would want. Using that resolve he sits up a little straighter, lifting his head. When he finds his voice, there's a newfound ring of pleasantry to his tone, even if he doesn't exactly feel the quiet cheer he is working into his voice.]

I just wanted to thank everyone who was kind enough to help me look for my father. I greatly appreciated your actions despite the actual outcome. It means a great deal to me that you took the time to help me, and I truly am grateful.

[It does no one any good to sit and pout and sulk because his father isn't there - things will be alright, really! He just has to convince himself of that, now. There is little to say now that he's offered his thanks, but still Anduin pauses for a moment, eying the tablet screen thoughtfully for a moment before speaking again, impulsively.]

If I can do anything in return, or ...if anyone would simply like to talk, by all means. Thank you again.

[And with that he cuts the communication, determined to force himself out of the slump. He had handled worse before, after all! This would be easy in comparison!]

[The displayed name reads 'Billy Cranston', but the face isn't his. Billy's trying to act as Lady Celebrían would, he really is! He sits up straight, his long hair awkwardly twisted into a loose and messy braid. He hopes that doesn't harm her hair. And he's especially grateful that the lady isn't the makeup type---he'd messed that up for one friend already. But his arms are crossed and there's an odd expression of disappointment on his face. Still, he waves, one hand making a graceful arc in the air.]

By my calculations, we've almost reached the estimated time that the personality displacement will be reversed. And...you know, it's funny. This isn't the first time I've been through this.

I asked one of my best friends to help me test a new invention that was supposed to allow thought-sharing once, but a missing wire resulted in this same effect. We were only switched for one day, and of course we wouldn't deliberately sabotage each other, but even then we made so many mistakes and tarnished each other's reputations so severely that we ended up nearly destroying our friendship. That was painful enough! I can't believe how many would do that intentionally.

Anyway, I've been doing my best to recreate my old device as a backup should the Initiative's efforts fail. If anyone has experience with something similar, can you help? I'll be in my garage on the west side.

[Unimpressed Varian is..... unimpressed, sparing the video a brief scowl.]

This place again? Surely once was enough, to be dragged into another group's war for a second time is an insult. As if my hands aren't full enough without having to be in this. It's been over a year, how long has it been since I left my room here? What was missed?

Anyone else feeling a little restless around here? I can't be the only one.

If anyone's interested in training or hand-to-hand combat, let me know.

...This is gonna sound kinda weird, but hypothetically--just work with me here, hypothetically someone had a birthday here. Does it still count even though they're sorta uh, dead? See, I have this buddy and he's been worrying about it for about a week now--if it counts, would he just keep tacking the years on? Does it even matter here? I know some worlds have limits like in some you can only drive when you're 16 (if you have a license that is), and then some you can only drink if you're a certain age.

_{[Demyx could you be any less obvious? Just man up and admit it's your birthday, jeeze.]}

A-Anyway, would it be weird if he did want to go out and celebrate with himself, even if it doesn't count?

On my world, we have something similar to Valentine's Day, but it goes on for a few weeks. So I know that I'm late for Valentine's, but I'm not too late for that holiday!

And I know that...well...maybe this isn't really the time to be doing silly things like celebrating holidays...but I don't think there's any harm in it. Everything has been quiet lately. And I have all the candy anyway, so...

[And here comes a list of names: Anduin Wrynn, Jaina Proudmoore, Taicea, Jesse Pinkman, Painwheel, Demyx, Koltira, Nana, Raven, Collette.]

I don't know where everyone lives, so...tell me! Or come see me! Happy Valentine's!

[ooc: This is Med'an's list of people who are getting candy (except for Jaina, who gets a charm bracelet). We can commentlog this, or he can drop things into mailboxes! Let me know if I've missed anyone (Med'an loves to have friends, don't be shy)!]

It is surprising, to hear of two holidays that hold such little in common with each other colliding on one day.

[ the feed has caught onto Larsa, awkwardly holding a bunch of candies. it seems like someone who's just passed by has just poured out a bunch into his cupped, gloved hands. he looks at all the chocolate and caramels and shuffles a little, with a grimace. ]

I... must admit to not having a fondness for sweets. If anyone would want these... please.

[ he sets them carefully into a little satchel beside him, atop a sketchbook that seems dog-eared and meticulously kept. he had watercolors next to him as well as a few brushes, but does not seem to draw attention to them. when he turns back to the feed, that awkwardness disappears, covered by a thin sheet of smiles as he struggles to keep his cheer about him in light of all that's happened. ]

I have heard of this 'Valentine's Day' and this day of Separation.

I have heard my full of Exsilium's Day of Separation--and gave gained trinkets abound due to my age. [ which he's so not going to go into. ]

Yet, I have heard little of this Day of Valentine's.

From what I have been able to gather, it is a day wherein love is celebrated, is it not? Committed relationships as well as passing fancies... it seems far more complicated than a mere day of Separation.

May I ask for a more detailed explanation from one who has celebrated such a holiday before?

[The face that greets you is inquisitive, friendly, and distinctly red-eyed. The young man looks to be in his late teens, and he's dressed in fine clothes: an intricately embroidered, long-sleeved tunic with epaulets, worked in black and gold and fashioned with a large ruby in the center of his chest. His turban glitters with rubies, as well, and there's a gold hoop dangling from one ear. The overall effect suggests royalty--or, at least, significant affluence. He's dark-skinned and dark-haired, and seems human, at least aside from the bright, piercing glow of his eyes.

There's some shuffling of the image as Wrathion moves about his room, trying to find the best light and angle for his address.

Once he's relatively sure that everything is in order, Wrathion smiles toothily into the camera.]

My, what fascinating technology this is! I can honestly say that I've never seen anything quite like it. Am I really broadcasting to an entire network of people? Amazing.

[He pauses for a moment; clears his throat. He's been here a few days and he's spoken with a few people, but most of the population is as yet unknown to him, and vice versa. Introductions are necessary.]

My name is Wrathion, last of Azeroth's black dragonflight, and it seems I've been pulled right from one dire conflict to another.

[The ingratiating smile widens. His teeth really are quite sharp.]

Back home, I was doing my best to find an expedient and decisive solution to the war at hand. I hope I can make myself useful here, as well. To that end, I'm eager to meet all of you--whether over this device, or, more preferably, in person.

I'm sure we'll all get along splendidly.

So, uh...

Does anybody feel like talking? It doesn't matter about what.

I just really need the distraction.

I have a question.  How do you know when someone is flirting with you?  I just do not understand flirting at all so I do not know how to recognize it.  Or how to even flirt.  It never really seemed like such an important thing.  But apparently it is?

I mean, for us sylvari we are blunt.  If we like someone we tell them.  We do not see a reason to beat around the bush, you could say.    But it seems to be a thing the other races do.

[Silence for a few moments, as if she's debating on adding anything else.]

We have some new arrivals again.  Hello!  I hope you can find a way to make this place feel like home.

( INTROSPECTION. Warning: Less manpain than one might think )

I see everyone's quick to mope or make apologies. Excuse me if I refrain from joining your ranks this time, seeing as I came out of this with a few cute girls, free meals and a videogame—all things I didn't ask for, but I'm still not sharing. The game, maybe, if you ask nicely, but it's somewhat dated. So unless you can appreciate classics, don't even bother.

[ HI everyone did you miss this butt he's sure you did. ]

Oh, and here's your general PSA, directed at no one in particular, especially not the guys around the precinct: get into the habits of locking your tablets if you're just gonna leave 'em lying around. The next time I find one I'm gonna post the entirety of its porn folder to the network tagged with your name. And before you go, oh, that silly Adam Jensen, of course my porn folder is locked and hidden slash I'm an innocent virgin who doesn't even have a porn folder, honest--

Don't make the mistake of thinking that's gonna stop me.


[ Private to Samus ]

You free tonight?

[video]

The last few days are kind of a fuzzy blank, but I'm assuming there's a perfectly good explanation as to why my bedroom as a smashed ruin and my window now covers the entire wall.

I'd be interested in hearing it, IF someone can spare a minute.

[video again, twenty minutes later.]

I am sorry. I am so very sorry. I wanted to get back what I lost but...

I never wanted this.

Please forgive me.

[The face that comes to the screen is one that may (or may not) look familiar. Judging by how suddenly the communicator clicks on, its done in a frantic sort of smack, like it was hit accidentally. Whoever is on the other end sure does look a lot like a certain Lord of The Undead...only much less undead.

His voice is full of emotion, and full of rage. Its unclear as to where he's been the past few days, but judging by the undead gore on his armor, he's been out killing his own army...without knowing it, of course.]

Enough of this charade, I will hear no more of it. You will tell me where you've taken me, who you serve, and where you've taken my men. Do you not understand what evil threatens my Kingdom? I must be returned immediately!

[Its impossible to see who Arthas is confronting, but the light of the device seems to catch his attention, and he turns his head down to glare at it. His hair, where it was once wispy and white, is now full and golden blond. His eyes no longer glow that horrid runic blue, but instead are a lively sea green to compliment lightly tanned skin. He bares silver armor, chased with gold around its edges, swathed in a royal blue cloak bearing a strange symbol.

He also has a huge motherfucking hammer bearing the same symbol in his hand.]

What sorcery is this?

[ Holly's first network broadcast is a simple text post for two reasons:

The first is that she's still not too happy about the prospect of exposing her face (and potentially her species) to a city that's populated by mostly humans.

The second is that some things are just easier to ask for this way. Things such as 'assistance from strangers'. ]

Two questions.

1) Any tech-heads out there with experience in mechanical wing design/repairs? Think one of mine's broken. I'll give you more info if you consider yourself up to the task.

2) Magic. I'm looking for anyone with magic that's replenished by nature. I'll need some help with that too, seeing how the environment here's been completely destroyed. [ Human greed is as limitless as ever, she types out, then deletes, because she's trying to get help, not start a fight. ]

So, I don't have anything to offer in return. At least not upfront. But if you have anything that I'm after, let me know. We can figure something out.

Greetings, everyone.

[The voice is one of a young man, and one who seems rather calm about his situation, or at least, is attempting to remain calm. He seems to have a careful sort of control over his emotions at the moment at the least. The boy is quiet at first, as if trying to remember just what he wanted to say, or perhaps just how to say it correctly.]

I pray that someone who hears this can assist me. I've been properly debriefed, as it was, but the personal insight of others would be far more desirable for this situation. If I am to remain here and help, then that seems to be the place to start. It was perhaps not the most ...convenient of times, but if assistance is needed and I can provide it, then I will.

[He drops into silence with a quiet sigh, letting it build for a short while, as if waiting. When he does speak again his voice is warm once more, the calm returning.]

Introductions are in order, I believe. Hello, my name is Anduin. Anduin Wrynn...

[He debated offering his title for a moment and for those potentially native to Azeroth it shows in how he trailed off. Something lingered in the final words but went unsaid. After a moment he picks up that slack with a moderately cheerful and patient voice.]

It would be my pleasure to meet you all as well.

[Every feature on her face looks exhausted, it’s clear she hasn’t slept. But her usual determined expression stays the same.]

Again, disastrous problems befell us. And again, not everyone came out of this unharmed. What more will it take to convince others to stand together and fight?

Our threat is not only just this UE, nor the Initiative who has shown its care for us if not recently then in the past on multiple occasions. What’s more, the threat has become infighting as well.

We are on our own.

[A bit of silence with a final AHEM.] With that, I’m announcing our third Defense Meeting that will be held this Saturday morning in the gardens, as last time.

We are a group that in time will grow stronger in defending not only ourselves but each other and that is our cause; to protect each other and fight as one during whatever circumstances, whether they be battles or something similar to what we’ve recently faced. This meeting we will be choosing our leaders amongst our own by nominations and by vote. But I encourage everyone to come and see for themselves the cause we are standing for.

And Barnaby Brooks, if you have a moment, I’d like to speak with you.

[An exhausted sigh, and finally,] ... Thank you. I'm Fiona, and I've been the one organizing these efforts thus far. If you have any questions, I'll answer them.



[OOC: Look who’s back from the dead. \o/ Anyways, OOC Nominations post is here along with link references~ Hooray. :>]

[He really has no desire to make this post. If he were acting entirely of his own accord, he would simply follow the trail of dead, as it were, until they brought him to Arthas. But despite the guilt weighing on him for everything that's happened recently, and despite how very little he wants to discuss it, he had promised not to face Arthas alone again. To several people.

Koltira is, at the very least, a man of his word.]

I have noticed some of you wondering about the cause behind the recent infestation of malevolent undead. Only a few beings here have the ability to spread the plague of undeath [such as Koltira himself.], and only one of them is interested in doing so with abandon.

Arthas Menethil is responsible for these attacks. He is a man--a monster--of great power and evil, and he eventually becomes known as the Lich King back in our home, Azeroth. He has razed cities; destroyed civilizations. He would like nothing more than to turn this island into a necropolis.

I don't intend to let him.

[This next part is difficult. He might grind his teeth a little.]

If you feel the need to accompany me, you may, though I advise against it. I saw many of you take Arthas for a posturing fool back when he introduced himself. I assure you that he is not. Especially not here. This war-torn island is the perfect place for any necromancer to work, and few necromancers are as skilled as a death knight. Going after him will mean going after whatever else he has dredged up from these corpse-ridden fields.

[He pauses, and then adds.]

I have also not seen much of the Lady Jaina Proudmoore recently. As she is not the type to sit idly by during a Scourge incursion, I must conclude that Arthas has done something to her. Rescuing her, if I can, is my other objective.

[But, he has to be real. It's mostly about Arthas.]

If you wish to assist me, meet me outside the Hold, five hours from now.