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FAOLAN COURT Shardless; Seelie-sworn TITLE Seelie Marshall's Hound OCCUPATION Bodyguard, Assassin, Spy ABLE TO FAST-TRAVEL Teleportation between the gardens of Caer Glaem & Caer Scima Teleportation in Dorchadas at night Teleportation to Lancelot's side Cleg RESIDENCE IN 2,701 Caer Glaem RESIDENCE IN 2,702 Caer Glaem MAJOR EVENTS HIGHLIGHT Description [ ✖ ] HIGHLIGHT Description [ ✖ ] HIGHLIGHT Description [ ✖ ]

PLANS - Keeping an eye on Lancelot both in Caer Glaem/the White Citadel and on his travels. - His mission for Lancelot to connect with all of the agents stationed in the cities closest to Caer Glaem. - Becoming Spymaster under the direction of the Seelie Marshall should said mission be fulfilled. - Watching over Bridei when Lancelot is not around and making sure that he is safe. - Possibly spreading more positive sentiments towards the Seelie court (or at least positive sentiments towards Lancelot) in the form of ballads. - Upholding his oaths to the best of his ability. SUMMARY OF KNOWN DETAILS TBA TIMELINE OF EVENTS SPRING IN 2,701 (Mar, Apr, May) MARCH - Gwen is happy to see Faolan alive again. Faolan spends most of the month hiding from the cold under Lancelot's charmed blankets with Bridei, and feeling guilty he won't let him light a fire. APRIL - Faolan starts to hear harp-playing everywhere, both in and out of his dreams, and his emotions go off of the charts. He resents harps, and he resents what they mean to him. He would never destroy an instrument in or out of his dreams however so he will be affected the whole month. There are significant interactions with Lancelot and Guinevere during this event. MAY - Faolan accompanies Lancelot on the first of his many Public Relations trips, this time to Parrais. SUMMER IN 2,701 (Jun, Jul, Aug) JUNE - As of the month before, the lockets and the fairy rings do not work, and as such, communication with agents stationed out in cities has become a challenge. Lancelot assigns Faolan the task of traveling to them and communicating in person, since it is easier for him to travel around than most others these days, being shardless. He starts out with Treun, where he participates in the Melee competition of the Tourney and is bested by Connor early in the running. Lancelot is there to soothe his bruised ego. Also at the Tourney he speaks to Aragorn, Lucrezia, and Natasha. He also meets with the agent in Treun before continuing on his mission south to Leathann, where there is no agent stationed, but he spends a while investigating in their stead. JULY - From Leathann Faolan does a massive traveling loop back up to Parrais on his mission for Lancelot to meet with the agent stationed there. And from there he goes on to Doanna for the final stop in his journey, where he discovers that there is some unrest after the hangings that take place there. He speaks to Diarmuid and they exchange information, before he returns to Caer Glaem to share his findings with Lancelot. (All throughout the mission he has been checking in here and there, to let him know that he's alive, and because Bridei misses him.) AUGUST -Faolan accompanies Lancelot to Leathann for more Public Relations on behalf of the Seelie court, and tries desperately not to be in the way during the Festival of Lights. While he's there, he takes some time to investigate this new Oracle (and possibly work on establishing a new agent in the city?). FALL IN 2,701 (Sept, Oct, Nov) SEPTEMBER - Faolan returns with Lancelot to Parrais for more Public Relations touring. OCTOBER - On the 25th of October, the Drabwurld celebrates Samhain once more. Faolan attends, and reminisces about last year with Lancelot. He spends less time brooding than he did last year, and even accepts a few dances, including one with Gwen. NOVEMBER - Faolan spends much of the month on regular duties. When word of the escaped convicts from the prison colony in Leathann reaches Caer Glaem, it makes him uneasy - are any of these people a threat to Caer Glaem itself? WINTER IN 2,701/2,702 (Dec, Jan, Feb) DECEMBER - Having won the Hunt last year, Lancelot will apparently get it into his mind that he doesn't need to take it seriously this year, thereby ending up getting himself cursed into becoming an animal this go around. An otter, to be exact. Faolan must then watch over him, Lady, and Bridei the three of them for the next few days until Lancelot is himself once more. Any gifts he receives for Yule he struggles to return in kind, even if his own gifts by comparison are likely not as fancy or expensive as those that are given to him. JANUARY - Faolan accompanies Lancelot back to Treun once more for more Public Relations touring on behalf of the Seelie court. He checks in with the agent stationed there, and puts out feelers as to what might be going on with the Fortuna family, after the Governor was forced to abdicate his position. (The 26th marks Faolan's return from death, an event that is possibly worth celebrating?) FEBRUARY - Faolan travels with Lancelot back to Leathann again for another Public Relations visit on behalf of the Seelie court. (If he has established an agent in Leathann at this point he will check in with them.) Also during this month, on the 14th, Bridei turns one year old. SPRING IN 2,702 (Mar, Apr) MARCH - Faolan joins Lancelot and all others defending Caer Glaem by decapitating the skeletons of the risen dead, and is largely unsettled by their appearance. APRIL - Fairies start to go missing from Caer Glaem, leaving everyday tasks unfinished. Faolan knows how to make do without them, although it is an inconvenience in certain aspects. This too is concerning, however, and he wonders what it could mean going forward...

( codes by whambam )

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SPRING 2701

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MARCH 2701

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towards the end of the month

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Faolan sits with Maglor's harp on his knee, his fingers poised on the strings. It's been a long time since he's touched a harp - well, not that long, really. Only since Samhain. It just feels like it's been a long time, since every time he hears one playing, at every feast, every gathering, his fingers have itched for one. Maglor had said that he would get him back into music one way or another. He just wishes that it hadn't been this way.

But he needs to play, to practice. He's written a ballad, not only the words but the music, all in his head. (He's had a lot of free time to himself recently, with all of this sitting back and taking it easy that he's had to be doing while his hands healed. While he watched after Bridei in the first month of his life.) But now it's time that he found out whether the ballad in his head really works as a ballad aloud. If this is really feasable, what he has in mind, to spread the song around and rally folk behind - if not the Seelie court, than at least behind Lancelot. A lot of people had to be wary, considering the total destruction of Caer Scima. Everything resulting in that would fall on Lancelot's shoulders and Faolan wanted to do his damnedest to make sure that he softened that blow.

Bridei and Lady both sit as his feet, looking up at him and the instrument on his lap with fascination. Lady at least knows to keep her distance. Bridei he's had to coax out of climbing up his leg a few times before he's convinced he'll be safe using his hands elsewhere. Once he (and Lady) have him settled, though, he has no more excuse. He's tuned the harp, and to his chagrin it's perfectly on. So setting his fingers to the strings, he begins...

APRIL 2701

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Fretting about Lancelot, and Bridei, and suffering general emotion fluctuations while Hermione stops by for a visit during the Harp Event.

HARP EVENT | OPEN

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Lancelot is there to watch Bridei for a while, and Faolan uses the opportunity to get himself some fresh air. He had at first thought that the harp music had been somehow attached to the harp he had been playing, that perhaps he had enacted some sort of curse upon himself - having barely touched an instrument in years, this is the harp's revenge. But hearing that it is affecting others does give him some comfort. Some. Still, there's no telling what is happening or how to stop it from happening. And there is no way of escaping it. Faolan has tried nearly everything. Yet the instrument even follows one into their very dreams, where the music is perhaps louder and more incessant than ever. Faolan has contemplated not sleeping at all exactly for that reason, but he knows that is foolish.

But Lancelot is there to watch Bridei, and Lady is there to keep him company, so Faolan has the opportunity for fresh air and whatever comes with that. Of course, he makes it as far as the end of the hall before the music within him swells, a crescendo of emotion welling inside of him, and it is if he has walked into a wall. Unsure whether he is more overcome with the desire to turn around and make sure that the pair of them - the three of them really - are safe and sound inside that room, or with the desire to take the opportunity and flee, run as fast and far as his legs can carry him while his nerve holds, because he knows he is no good for Lancelot, and no good for the little dragon. The dragon that they named after Bridei, his Bridei, his king. His fingers itch for music he does not know yet, and his heart is both heavy as lead and light as air at once.

Finding that there is no other option in that moment, Faolan heaves a heavy sigh, sinking to the ground against the wall, tucking his knees up to his chest with his arms around them and resting his forehead against his legs. As if the pose might help alleviate the symptoms in some way, or barring that, help him hide from the music, from his emotions, from gods only know what else he's running from.

MAY 2701

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PARRAIS

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Faolan stands watching, on guard, as Lancelot tours the art gallery, puts on the necessary airs and smiles at the necessary people. Speaks to Anne, the official liaison of the Seelie court here in Parrais, Faolan understands her to be. And Dorian, apparently the one who opened the place. The concept of an art gallery is foreign to Faolan, but he is not the one who has to make the appearances of appreciating it, and so he spends most of his time there blending into the scenery as best he can. (Though a few chatty attendants do remark that he makes an excellent addition to the collection, and whether they are serious or not, do not realize he is an actual man standing there or simply flirting within earshot, Faolan makes no attempt to speak up for himself or tell them off otherwise.)

As Lancelot ducks out of the gathering and makes his way into the city proper, Faolan follows. Like the shadow he always seems to be these days. The hound on his heels. He supposes the title is apt, much to his chagrin. Also to his chagrin, the amount of attention the other man seems to be collecting as he walks, although he supposes it has something to do with the brightly colored clothing that the other man is wearing and the dazzling white cleg he is leading beside him. Faolan's own cleg is a beauty in its own right, but where the other man's is a bright white cloud on a beautiful summer's day, Faolan's is smaller and black as midnight. Dressed plainer, wearing riding leathers, it's clear just by looking at them that Lancelot is the one here on the official visit, and Faolan? Faolan is here for him.

It's just as well that most of the attention he seems to be drawing is children. Faolan doesn't have to worry so much about the man surrounded by a crowd of strangers when said strangers only measure waist-high at best on him. He watches him with them from a safe distance - Lancelot doesn't feel the need to include him in this and it's just as well. He isn't sure how confident his ability is with children. Certainly not his ability to impress them as the other man has, at any rate. So he leaves him to it and settles his own ride back into its stall, waiting, watching, listening as Lancelot works his charms on the children of Parrais. He does understand what he's doing, of course, and it's sweet, Lancelot's approach. Of course it would be.

As the children disperse, Faolan does not know whether Lancelot knows he is still there or not, as he calls Lady to his heels and sets off in the direction of the markets. He suspects he might. Lancelot is no fool, and seems to understand that Faolan is usually somewhere close at hand, should he need him. No matter how long he spends in meetings or entertaining the children on an official outing, respectively. Faolan watches where Lancelot travels in the markets, looking for eyes that might be following him, tailing close enough behind to hear what sorts of conversations are had with the man and then as he walks away. He wants to make certain that everything is as it seems. That Lancelot really is being perceived as the noble visitor he is and that there are no ulterior motives for speaking with him, that appearances really are as they seem.

Of course, as he walks, as he listens, he tries tries to get a feel for the city itself as he goes. It's hard to turn the spying off, and so he might as well put it to use. He wants to know what is the general topic of conversation among the people of the marketplace, for the common people - the common people's gossip - usually reveals the most light, he knows. And he also knows that whatever they've been telling Lancelot, it's not all that they would have had on their minds, for they would see him as the official delegate from Caer Glaem and even should they appreciate his sentiments, Parrais is still its own city with its own issues to deal with. And so he listens. What is on the minds of the people? What troubles them? Who troubles them? Each snippet of information he can find he gathers like a precious jewel, storing it away to file through later for what information is and is not relevant to him. Perhaps it's good that Lancelot is happy to wander off on his own. It buys Faolan the anonymity he needs for this.

When they are done for the day and Faolan trails after Lancelot back to their lodgings for the night, once he is sure that the other man is secure behind closed doors with his guards on watch (he'd have been a fool not to bring some, for this purpose), Faolan ducks out and takes to the streets again. It does not take him long to locate a traveling musician - having been one himself, once upon a time, he knows the right places to look. And for the right price, he knows just the right way to sell his song to the man, so that he might play it in the city here too. On the stipulation of course that he wait five days before he start playing it. It does not take him long to teach the man the song - being a bard, of course he has an excellent memory. He promises him more work, if he hears good news of this ballad. (He will be checking back on this, of course.)

The man is a good sort. They share a bond, the pair of them, an understanding of the trade. Faolan is not a trusting sort but he knows here at least that his coin is being put to good use. They spend some time together that night - Faolan pays for food and drink as recompense for the night off. And the man learns the song and learns it well enough that by the time Faolan heads back he is reasonably sure that all will be well. He has given him a pseudonym - Deord - and as much information as that he is currently serving in Caer Glaem. It's a believable story. The best lies are at least partially true, after all. And the fact that he is shardless makes it that much easier to pull off. Perhaps there are some upsides to dying after all.

QUEST GIVING

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"Open," Lancelot is coaxing gently, Bridei squirming in his lap. "Open, come on. Let me see..."

A little waarggh of protest punctuates the requests, but Bridei complies eventually -- mouth opening even as he shakes his head a little so Lancelot can check his teeth. There's enough of them to do plenty of damage now, should he decide he wants to, and they all look healthy enough at a quick check. He lets go and Bridei's mouth springs shut immediately, frills flaring in discontent at having been treated so until Lancelot begins soothing fingers along his scales again.

Lancelot has been thinking, since Parrais. Dorian has done well to set up the gallery, to keep a good relationship between Parrais and Caer Glaem, yet... communication is going to be a problem now. He lets out a slow breath, gathering Bridei against his chest as he grumbles a little and fixes his claws into the fabric of Lancelot's doublet.

"Faolan?"

He turns and glances in the direction of his room, half over his shoulder -- listening to try and ascertain if the man has heard, if he might be resting perhaps.

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