[VIDEO] backdated, shortly after NPC post

[dorzalta]

» WHO: All
» WHEN: The morning following Tyr and Laufey's announcement on 7/17
» TYPE: Live broadcast

[ It takes some tinkering and awkwardness at first, along with a series of huffs and grumbles you thankfully miss... but when the feed does appear, enjoy a perplexed Daenerys looking at the screen (as well as a reflection of herself, Jon, and Robb). They are wearing modern clothes: button-down shirts for the men, a blazer for Robb, and a royal blue halter-like dress for Dany. ]

Well met, Wanderers. [ … she is speaking to you all, she hopes. ] My name is Daenerys Targaryen. This is Jon Snow and Robb Stark.

[ The feed will jerk as she attempts to angle the screen to both men, respectively. It's not at all elegant, and is, in fact, an eyesore to watch. Which is why seconds later she gives up on it and leaves the strange screen in place in front of her. (Robb gets up as if to try and help her, but his attempts are just as bad as hers. Eventually, he gives it up as a bad job too. Jon, who had inclined his head when Daenerys attempted to introduce him, merely watches now with a skeptical expression: it's going to take a while for them all to get the hang of this.) ]

In our world, war is commonplace. We have armies and generals, as well as a means to communicate when there is an attack on a city or castle. Here, that doesn't seem to be the case. [ Which is strange to her. For all her wariness of these self-proclaimed gods, the smallfolk of Asgard appear to be happy. ] It's why we've approached the gods about a means of gathering. The chaos which followed the dragon's appearance makes us believe that a type of war council is necessary for this realm.

[As Jon begins to speak, he seems a little bit uneasy, slightly awkward, but as his words spin out and gather momentum, he becomes visibly more comfortable with the idea of addressing everyone. It doesn't come as naturally to him as it seems to come to Daenerys.]

When the people of a realm don't work together to face a threat, the end is calamity -- death and hunger and suffering, for those who fought and for those who could not fight. When we know what our strengths are, we know how best to defend against what may come. And when we know what to do, we can be ready to do it, even when we face something that seems impossible to overcome. This is our realm now, all of us. Today, we can put our strengths together. We can begin to make those plans. Maybe we won't ever need them, it's true, but if we do, we won't be caught unawares again.

I know that you may not know us. Each of us has been a king or a queen; not one of us was born with that title. None of us means to try to rule anyone else here, none of us expects to be the loudest voice on any council, but we all have experience with planning for war, and with several kinds of threat.

Daenerys rides a dragon at home, and has taken cities in the East and freed thousands upon thousands of slaves there. I have been Lord Commander of the Night's Watch and King in the North: I've spent long years scouting and defending and preparing for great attacks on my homeland, fighting Wildlings first, and then making an alliance with them to fight the Army of the Dead. My brother Robb was King in the North before me; he was a successful general several times over in campaigns in the southron lands. He knows tactics, battle strategy, better than almost anyone you'll ever meet.

We have all fought for the lives and safety and freedom of our fellow men. We want to continue to do that here and now. We want you to join us, if you will.

[ Jon looks over at Robb, and Robb picks the thread up: ] Understand, we are not asking to go to war. This council is only meant to make certain that we are not caught so off our guard as we were when the dragon attacked. In order to do that, we’re going to organize the council into different groups: preparations, battle and response. We Wanderers come from different worlds, and in times of crisis our different strengths come out. We need to combine our strengths and work together if we are to effectively respond to whatever threats may come next.



( OOC #1: if you want to address a specific cast member, please indicate that in the subject of your comment--otherwise we’ll read it as fair game for any of us to attack C:

OOC #2: We made a spiffy ooc post detailing the war council, as well as sign ups for it. Check it out HERE. )

Comments

[pharmakis]

There are better pain potions that won't leave you sluggish. Willow bark is far more effective and doesn't detract from your senses. Poppy has a tendency to cloud the mind, even when it isn't used for pain.

Dreamwine is reasonable, but that seems to be a mixture of a pain solution and a sleep solution. So long as it isn't a dangerous combination, those are easy to replicate. There are a few herbs I know are in this world that could help give sleep and alleviate pain.

[northerndragon]

Those are the ones I know best.

Wounds -- do you know ointments that will fight infection? I had to have the infection burned out of a wound once. It hurt like all seven hells.

[YEAH, YGRITTE. ALL SEVEN HELLS.]

[pharmakis]

I do. There are different treatments that are said to draw out the infection, but honey is seen as being one of the best. The smell is more pleasant as well and there should be less pain.

So long as you can stomach the stickiness.

[northerndragon]

We can cover it. There are bandages, and cloth enough, I think.

What sort of place are you from? We don't all fight with the same sort of weapons here, and the clothes are nothing like we'd wear back at home.

[pharmakis]

The cloths are familiar to me, similarly made to the ones I would make at home.

I'm from an island not many know of. It's called 'Aiaia'. There aren't many visitors and not many sailors have found it. Given you know Daenerys Targaryen, you must be from her world as well.

[northerndragon]

Aye. All three of us, we're from the same world, the same lands, except that Daenerys is a southron lady who was raised in Essos, across the Narrow Sea. Me, Robb, we're Northerners. We take our descent from the First Men.

[Two things he likes to speak on: the North, and Daenerys.]

You're right that I haven't heard of Aiaia.

[pharmakis]

I take it that descent is something to be proud of? [She has no words to draw from that he might know, but she imagined that it was the same as Minos claiming to have the blood of Zeus.] The First Men? The first that were created?

Not many from my world know Aiaia, only the gods and those who do their work.

[northerndragon]

No, the first that were in Westeros. Before that, there were the Children of the Forest, and there were giants. The giants are all dead now -- not long ago. I saw the last one die, the last that I know of. But they had been rare for many thousands of years before that. Most Northerners thought they were legends, because what giants remained only lived north of the Wall.

Why do so few know your island?

[pharmakis]

Ah, giants. [She knew giants at least.] Legends come from somewhere. I think men mistake them for simple stories, rather than history itself. Mortals think in linear terms. If a giant hadn't been seen in a long while, they naturally assume it no longer exists and the legends are nothing more than idle stories.

It was meant as a place of exile.