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
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RESIDENCE IN 2,701 Caer Glaem
RESIDENCE IN 2,702 Caer Glaem
MAJOR EVENTS
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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
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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.
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| 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?).
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| 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?
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| 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.
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| 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...
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Lancelot's smile flicks up slightly more into a smirk and he begins to push up to his feet -- tugging Faolan up with him.
"Better?" he prompts softly, not just for the fact that they are standing -- but for how the man is feeling. A little humour is returning to him, at least, but Lancelot well knows how easy it is to suppress things. To smile through pain, hide a feeling. Faolan is so often closed off, reluctant to share much at all, that Lancelot feels he should not let this moment of openness slip past him. Should make sure that he repairs any damage, smooths over any cracks before it passes and Faolan takes to hiding it all once more.
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It's just as well that Lancelot is hauling him to his feet and changing the subject. Just as well that Lancelot still has his hand as Faolan clings to him in support for a moment as his bad knee protests being straightened after so long spent sitting on the floor like that. 'Better?', he asks. Well, in some sense of the word, yes. Faolan doesn't feel half as wretched as he did before. And it's all thanks to him. Of course, there's a new confusion, a new turmoil burbling inside of him. And this one, he thinks to himself, is not going to be nearly as easily soothed away.
He takes in a breath, making a noncommittal sort of noise, although after a moment he does nod. "...thank you," he says, softly. "For." For coming out to find him. For his kind words and gentle touch. For caring. For believing in him. For his patience and his generosity and gods. He lets his breath out in a sigh, shrugging slightly. "For insisting on a friendship with a foolish man, I suppose." He has not let go of Lancelot's hand yet, nor has he stepped away. He's not sure he ever wants to, and that's a dangerous feeling.
"Where have you left Bridei?" An attempt to move on. To stop focusing on him. So much for a moment of openness, although if Lancelot presses, Faolan just might say or do anything for him in this moment. Dangerous indeed.
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Lancelot smiles a little uncertainly, aware of the unsteadiness in Faolan. Not just from his leg, either, but from the way he hangs on to Lancelot's hand like a lifeline. From the hint of something in his expression, the way he cuts himself off.
"It's the music, isn't it." He smiles sympathetically, studying Faolan for a reaction. "I hear it too. If... there's anything I might do... we could go for a walk, perhaps. In the bailey. Clear our heads a little."
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He casts a sideways glance at the other man. On one hand, he doubts that taking a walk with Lancelot will help in any way to clear his head. On the other, he has spent a lot of time indoors of late, and the other choice is to return to the room with him. Their room at the moment, since Faolan - being shardless - has no claim to space in Caer Glaem. "I...would be hard pressed not take up the offer of a breath of fresh air," he responds, slowly.
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He releases Faolan long enough to dust himself off, places a guiding hand at the small of his back to draw him along and begins to walk them both toward the bailey -- smile a little more easy now. Reassuring, he hopes.
"It will do you good, I have no doubt, and perhaps we can pick up something on the way back for Bridei and Lady. Maybe even ourselves too, we might deserve something."
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Pick up something on the way back for Bridei and Lady, Lancelot suggests, perhaps something for themselves, and Faolan cannot help but tilt his head sideways to glance at the other man. "Perhaps we do," he counters, wondering what exactly Lancelot has in mind.
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Lancelot smiles playfully, half flicking his attention between the path ahead and Faolan -- letting his hand slip around from his back as they descend the stairwell.
"A little chicken for Bridei, I think. Perhaps some lamb for Lady if they can spare it."
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At least a trip to the kitchens would give him something more to preoccupy himself with, other than the sudden stuttering of his heart each time the other man smiled at him or reached out a gentle hand in support. It's alarming, his own reaction to such things, and the way the swell of the music is now coinciding with the swelling of his emotions in entirely different ways than it had done, not so long ago.
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He checks his footing as they reach the bottom of the stairs, waits for Faolan to catch up and lets his expression soften into a smile as he waves him toward the bailey.
"Now, do you think you can manage to let me escort you without complaint for a few minutes?"
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He quirks an eyebrow at the other man, slightly. "I can certainly try," Faolan responds, idly, "although you may need to lead the conversation for us for a change, in that case." A joke, again at his own expense, considering he knows how he is and that Lancelot is usually the one prompting responses out of him and certainly not the other way around, but he hopes that Lancelot will forgive him for it anyway.
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Lancelot quirks a gentle smile, recognising the joke for what it is, and gently places a hand at the small of Faolan's back to guide him toward the bailey. He's content to carry the brunt of the conversation, if need be, chatting about Lady and planned visits and little things while Faolan gathers himself. His hand falls away eventually, allowing Faolan space but keeping in step with him as they circle the fountain and trying to quiet the insistent strum of the harp in their minds.