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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"Innocuous is certainly one way of putting it," he says, as he watches Lancelot settle himself and Bridei against the headboard. "She certainly didn't waste time with idle conversation, that was for certain. Once she recognized the ring, she gave the code, and then all but dragged me out to one of those spirit fountains to speak to her." He frowns slightly, uneasy still about the openness of the spot they had held their conversation, even if it had been necessary. "She's smart. Assessing. She was naturally wary of me and she had good cause to be, until I gave her reason otherwise. I can see why you chose her, especially for Treun."
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Lancelot's smile flicks into something teasing, amused despite Faolan's unease. Perhaps also a little pleased at having Faolan's approval, although he would not directly say as such.
"I admit, I had a sense the two of you might get along. You are similar, the both of you, in good ways."
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"She gave what information she could, but I have a feeling there will be more to learn in Treun, in the days to come," Faolan says. "I spoke to Lucrezia while I was there briefly, although it was...difficult to gather information from her." She is much closer to him than any other person he usually would seek to milk information from, at any rate.
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His eyes flick over as the door shifts open a little and a group of fairies flutter in carrying a bucket between them. Lancelot smiles at Faolan as they fly the hot water through, one dashing ahead to ease the door to Lancelot's wash room open more before they work in unison to pour it then fly it back out again. The next bucket follows a moment later.
"I told you it would be no trouble."
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"If that is your sole complaint of my character," Faolan says, distractedly, watching the fairies with the water, "then it would seem that I have made the right choice in friendship after all."
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He huffs at Faolan in mock offence, eyes flicking between him and the fairies bringing in the water before he tilts his head toward the wash room.
"Go on, there are plenty of clean clothes if you do not have any of your own to hand. We can talk while you wash up, you'll feel better for it."
The empty buckets are carried out a little more quickly now there's no danger of sloshing, another set of fairies flitting in a short while later to pour a little more water. It's certainly hot, hot enough that a little steam rises from the surface. No doubt good for weary muscles, Lancelot thinks to himself.
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Faolan stands, taking a few steps towards the washroom and reaching to start undoing the ties on his shirt. "I. Have some things for you," he says, thinking fast. "In my bag." Distract Lancelot with his bag while he worked to quickly undress and get himself in the water. It's as good an idea as he can come up with, even if it's completely ridiculous.
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He hasn't moved, at least, to follow Faolan in -- he's safe for the moment, his only spectators the fairies bringing him water to top up the tub further.
(That, and Lady, who pads toward the washroom after a moment to check Faolan is well. Is he? He seems stressed. She could help, perhaps!)
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He drops a hand to brush against Lady's head, between her ears, before he works on stripping himself of the rest of his clothes, glancing at them with a quiet sigh for a long moment before setting them aside for the fairies to launder. He picks up a clean cloth and sets it over the edge of the tub, although as he sinks into the water and the warmth of it begins to seep into tired and abused muscles and joints, washing up is not the first thing on his list at the moment. Faolan leans back against the edge of the tub, sinking deep into the water, releasing a deep breath that is nearly a hiss, for all it is a sound of relief. He shuts his eyes against the feeling of it, suddenly drowsy, for all that he cannot stop his mind from its circles. Is Lancelot going to follow him into the room? Can he hear him from there?
"Forgive me," Faolan murmurs, his voice quiet, as hushed as the gentle sound of the water sloshing around him in the tub. "I've forgotten where I left off..."
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"Tell me about the others, then, if you think you can regain some focus."
Lancelot looks up finally, offers Faolan a small smile as he adjusts Bridei in his arms and smooths his hair.
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"From Treun I traveled to... Parrais, I believe it was." He shakes his head, remembering how uncomfortable he was in that city, this time not as Lancelot's bodyguard but as his own person, attempting to 'blend in'. "I spoke to Anne, but I'll admit, Dorian and your contact were more helpful as far as the goings-on within the city itself were concerned. Shaya." He repeats her name, trying to recall their interactions. It had been long enough by now, the details were getting fuzzy. He remembers how uncomfortable she made him, however. And he remembers everything that she told him. "There are assassinations being done in the city. Vampires hiring agents to take out those they believe responsible for the deaths of their kin in the area. Rumor says that a lot of them were artists, and in their absence, the local elves are strengthening their monopolies in the trade." He shrugs slightly, sloshing the water as he does, as if to say he does not know more than what he was told. "They say a number of them moved there after the Prince vanished."
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"Dorian has made plenty of friends in the city, I do not doubt he was a good source of information. Yet assassinations... I knew that the tensions were bad, but still. It's troubling to thing it has spread so far. I had hoped to speak to their new leader after Thranduil left, but... he has been busy, there has no been time. We will see. Perhaps something can still be done."
Somehow, to speak of such things while holding a child makes the weight heavier still. The thought that assassins could be sent against Bridei, still so young and defenceless, fills him with dread.
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Faolan is quiet for a moment, hesitant, watching Lancelot sitting there with Bridei. The fact that they are speaking of such matters in front of the child does not escape him either. At least he is sleeping, and if they are lucky, would not understand such concepts at such an early age even if he weren't. "I would suggest that you do pursue relations with this new leader of theirs," he advises, "if you do not want the conflict to advance. I am not familiar with either group, but I would hazard a guess that allowing it to escalate further would cause troubles for more than just Parrais."
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"At least," Faolan continues, glancing across at the other man, before lowering his gaze, and sinking further into the water surrounding him. "That would be my advice on the matter. As far as Parrais is concerned." Speaking of the cult, he supposes he should mention Daonna next. What with the lockets down, Faolan wonders whether Lancelot has heard of the hangings and the upset there, or not.
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Child. It's a strange thing, to think he suddenly has the care of a human child to think of -- not only a dragon.
"Parrais is already our sister-city. She is loyal to begin with, hardly marked by anti-shardbearer sentiment. Our concern is not if it will lean towards our side, but if we risk unbalancing an existing alliance with either inaction or action. We do not want to damage a friendship by treading upon their toes when they already have their council, their own investigators, yet... the Elves were given their land by High King Ridire, in a trade to Elven King Thranduil who united the clans. The Elves have been united under a Seelie banner. If we take a side it should be theres, although better of course that the conflict end peacefully."
He gestures vaguely with a hand.
"Something worth thinking on, but a debate for another time when you are less tired. Tell me what else you found."
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Turning his head to watch the other man run his hand over the child's dark curls, he steels himself for a moment, before speaking up again. "You heard of the hangings in Daonna," he says, both a question and a statement at the same time, keeping his voice quiet as though trying to keep it from Bridei. Which is ridiculous, really. He's too young to understand most of what they're talking about beyond the emotion behind it, and besides that, he seems to have fallen fast asleep against the other man's chest, the excitement of the change having taken a lot out of him. But something about the idea of speaking of these things in front of the child keeps Faolan's voice quiet anyway.
"I was there when they happened. The city was... Unsettled. More so than usual, if you can believe so." Lancelot had been there in Daonna to investigate the sorcerers before, after all, he has some basic understanding of what the city is like. He waits to see if Lancelot has any input on the matter, before he should continue.
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As unsettled as the city may be, and as good at blending in as Kay may be, the man is certainly large and recognisable. Lancelot remembers idly wondering if he would even break a sweat snapping him in half.
He cradles Bridei protectively as he imagines the atmosphere. Daonna was a dark, tense enough place before, Now he dreads to think what it would be like to walk through, what it must have been like to know people had been hung that way. It is not a thought enjoys dwelling on, but Lancelot has a responsibility now -- with Daonna so close they must understand it.
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He turns his head again to watch Lancelot and Bridei, puzzling over the matter carefully. "Have you heard of a man named Martin Maskmaker?" Faolan asks. Trying to gauge how much is new information and how much he learned simply because he had not known it before.
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Faolan moves on, however, and he in turn puts the thought away. Martin Maskmaker? Lancelot considers the name, frowns a little and shakes his head.
"No, not that I recall. Should I have?"
The name, certainly, is one Lancelot can draw a correlation with. The Cult of the Fox wears masks, after all.
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It is Faolan's turn to frown now. "There is magic on them. Old Magic, I was told. Spelled to undo memory. None may look upon them and remember anything save the smallest details of their wearers. It's possible they may have other powers as well, although what those could be it is not exactly known." He leaves out the part where Molly had conjectured they might have been made out of shardbearers. He does not know that he can speak of such things, not with the child asleep in Lancelot's arms, and the night already as long as it is.
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"I suppose that is why they are so hard to track or find information on. Everyone who tries simply... forgets. Still -- there must be a way around such a thing. If it is the masks that have the power, they need to be divested of it. Or else... watched from a distance, in a reflective surface perhaps -- that might stop the power taking hold."