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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As the chime rings and Faolan steps forward into the shop, he smiles in response to her greeting, taking her in. Another child on the way indeed. Just what is Alyosha playing at, sending them into her life like this, regardless as to who or what she is?
"As a matter of fact," he says, "I do hope that there's something that you can help me with. I've a friend who suggested I look into this place." He glances around, surveying her wares but also trying to determine if they were alone or not, how private a space it might be, or whether he's going to need to see if he can't get any sort of private consultation elsewhere. "You've come highly recommended, I'll have you know."
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She wasn't alone behind the counter; a somewhat older man, serious-faced, poured steaming wax into metal molds, and from the living space upstairs all could hear the patter of children's feet. To the left were racks and racks and racks of candles.
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"Ah, well," he says. "It's. Rather a personal matter. If there's somewhere we could...?" His information - Alyosha's suggestion - did not include the mention of speaking to anyone but Molly herself. If it is a cover, it's possible not even this man should know. He's looking to speak to her in private, if he can. He's hoping such a request makes sense. In such a place as the drabwurld, they should sell candles with little spells in them as well? Charms and such? To help one fall in love or to grant one easier sleep. He's got a cover story, if need be - one not far off the truth, really. The best lies are closest to the truth, after all, he knows that for a fact.
He even goes so far as to look slightly embarrassed to have to request such a thing. Mostly because he is. If he has to use his cover to get them privacy for certain, he's admitting to things that he would rather not have to about himself, certainly not in front of strangers.
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"You'll forgive me for asking," he says, glancing at the man warily, "but do you share all of your business so openly?" There. A double-edged question. For a man looking for a private consultation about a possibly controversial object, and for a man looking for a private audience with what he's beginning to believe might have been a mole planted in the city gods only know how long ago, it would make sense as something for either Faolan or his temporary cover to say.
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"State your name, allegiance, and business,.. and state it fast, else show yourself out."
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"Faolan," he says. "Aly sent me." Indirectly, but that's irrelevant. "Seemed to think we should do business together, you and I." As for his allegiance. Well, that's a bit more complicated. He's hoping that mentioning Alyosha sending him will cover all that's needed. He isn't sure how well-received the Seelie Marshall's Hound might be, regardless as to how discrete he considers himself to be. "Was she right?" He'll purchase something, if that will help her make up her mind about him. He's been planning on it, anyway. Suspicious to spend this much time in here and not return with anything. They've got a lot of mouths to feed, besides.
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"If you'd been sent, you'd have a seal, she'd have informed you of procedure. She informed me to be expecting an outlander go-between for a friend who'd reached out in a pinch. Never, don't you dare ever claim to be sent by a person who didn't send you direct-like. If this were a hole of the Lark's, you'd be wearing a red smile on your throat and no one would find your body."
She moved a sand-and-hourglass timer up beside the knife. It wasn't large.
"This is all the time you have, to avoid suspicion. Three minutes or so. Talk fast."
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"She told a friend of hers to come and speak to you, and being unable to do so himself, I am here in his stead. I meant no disrespect. She gave him your name and your location and left the conversation at that. You will understand why I had no idea how to approach you," he explains.
"This friend I speak of serves her as well, and I hope that makes a difference to you when I say that he sent me to you with an inquiry about information." He glances at the hourglass, then back at her. "On the masks. And a fellow named Martin who seems to be connected with them. Anything you might have uncovered. Please. I will not take any more of your time than I must, I assure you." Although Faolan might have another request of his own up his sleeve, if he can finagle it. It would be useful, after all, to have more than one contact within the city....
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"Martin Maskmaker? You could've asked any child on the street who he is; the first shardbearer, an ancient hero. Not all believe he's truly serving the Cult, but rather that they use the masks to encourage the rumour to gain support. None but a fool would stand against Martin." She thinned her lips. "The masks themselves are Old Magic. Spelled to undo memory; can't look on them with your own eyes and remember aught about their wearers except the smallest details. Likely have other powers, as well, but I'm under orders not to send men in to make contact. Too dangerous. Formed of leather of some kind, I'd bet shardbearer."
"Anything else?" One minute left.
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"The man I work for. Aly works for him. Check with her if you want. He has an agent in Daonna, that's why I'm here. That agent is doing their best to gather what intelligence they can for us, but they cannot maintain the same circles as you, I am sure." Not Kay, looking as large and frightening as he does, while Molly owns this shop and has her children, being in the condition that she is. The look he gives her is straightforward and serious. "What work do you do for her, and would you consider widening your contacts? I can speak to her about it. Work through her, if that would suit." He understands how dangerous the situation in this city is - how changing too much in her own routine could set off unwanted flags.
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"I manage six agents in Daonna, three who travel upriver, another three to Redgate, another six in the western wildlands. Local gossip, topics of interest, the Commander's projects, Midnight Court ops, the works. I don't work with any agent I don't pick and groom myself."
As she was speaking, the last grain fell. She moved the timer back down behind the counter. "Take two candles, exit quietly, no fuss. Don't let me see your face in here for a season."
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Conversely, if that's not an option, he'll just take some of those time candles and be on his way. He has to ask about this first, though.
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"Oh, you must not have had children, yet. The rune for sleep, it looks like this, with the point at the top, stamped and inked and spelled in," she sketched it out in the air with a forefinger, "Most young mothers learn it to help babes-in-arm. Most of those on the rack are scented, you may want to give a sniff before taking."
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"No children," Faolan confirms. "Not exactly. But plenty of use for something like this." He straightens, a pair of candles in hand. "Thanks," he says, quietly. Motioning with the candles but indicating far more. He steps forward to the desk, she's sitting behind, placing some coin on it - knowing it's probably more than they're worth, but with a family the size of hers, he doubts that she's going to be turning the offer away. "Good fortune to you and yours."
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