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Entry tags:
REPORT | Forgetti Spaghetti
SUBJECT: Forgetti Plot
PARTICIPANTS: Ennaris Tavane, Julius, Clarisse la Rue, Viktor, Bastien, Isaac + Riftwatch at large
CLASSIFICATION: Public
DATE FILED: After Isaac’s return, as an addendum to whatever more official thing got said before then.
STATUS: Complete
SUMMARY: A team went to Orlais to shut down a Venatori weapons project. Though they stopped the project, a magical side effect made everyone in Riftwatch forget who they were. It mostly wore off.
REPORT:
NEXT STEPS:
NOTES & LINKS: OOC Post, Network, Log, Isaac Log
PARTICIPANTS: Ennaris Tavane, Julius, Clarisse la Rue, Viktor, Bastien, Isaac + Riftwatch at large
CLASSIFICATION: Public
DATE FILED: After Isaac’s return, as an addendum to whatever more official thing got said before then.
STATUS: Complete
SUMMARY: A team went to Orlais to shut down a Venatori weapons project. Though they stopped the project, a magical side effect made everyone in Riftwatch forget who they were. It mostly wore off.
REPORT:
Fishermen found me wandering the mire. If there was a research site, I can’t point to it on a map. I looked when my senses restored, but the Nahashin is vast. Shifting. Seasons can swallow a village. Whether by spell or swollen moor, I expect it’s now beyond our reach.
The Venatori may reestablish here. This is rural country, and never fond of Empire. Most don’t speak Trade. Rather, they do not speak it to outsiders. Whatever I’ve come to pass for in these past months, I was still that – but there are signs I take for Northern influence. Money flowing where it shouldn’t, a mural of Roux with unusual icons. Highborn are sent here in something near exile: I’d use that.
The experiment attempted to displace our histories. I presume that being at the center of the blast, I was more strongly affected. Without any notes to draw upon, I can't say why the passage of time, or a reunion of the affected, should reverse the associated memory loss. Only that it has, and that a great many things in this world are only so for the collective effort of belief. Perhaps this represents the power of our connections to one another. The strength of the heart. The immutable bond of friendship.
But probably not.
Regardless, I must express gratitude for the combined efforts of Mssr. Artemaeus, Mlles. La Rue and Anderson, and our Scoutmaster and Seneschal. Without them, I should still be shelling snails.
I’d memories, but I wasn’t in them. This body wasn’t, and it wasn’t mine; I couldn’t tell you who it belonged to. I thought that I might be a demon, come into possession of myself – and when I slept that night, I found the Fade. So it was true.
I thought a lot about what to do. I knew the dangers. It was irresponsible how terribly I wanted to live, even that small, muddy life. The stubborn will of a spirit. How hard I must have pulled, I thought, to drag myself into being. All that work.
I wanted to live. I still do, I always have. Irresponsible.
[ the first draft doesn't make it to filing. instead: ]
I honestly can’t recall.
– Enchanter Isaac, 9:51 Dragon
NEXT STEPS:
- Tread carefully with time magic
- Keep an eye on Western Orlais
- Examine the response to the incident
- Weave friendship bracelets or whatever
NOTES & LINKS: OOC Post, Network, Log, Isaac Log
returned to his pigeonhole with a note attached
Welcome back.
[ it's signed with the Scoutmaster's stamp, its design matching that of the Division pin ]
no subject
Mixed into the list are the names and holdings of landed nobility presently established in the marshes. Several are underlined as having particularly fractious ties to the Empire; either reassignments in the wake of Celene’s victory, or historical problems left to rot. One petty lord claims ancestry to Glory Age rebels, his wife is from the deeply-forested regions of Serrault.
At the bottom of the sheet: ]
crystal
no subject
[ wry. ]
But I've never seen it. Wyverns are the traditional mark of strength — and I'll grant you, a deal harder to draw. It could be nothing. I think pigment a little too dear for it to be nothing.
no subject
1/2
2/2
[ if they wanted to paint a river adder, they could have. so: drawn from imagination.
he pauses there a moment. considers — and considers yseult's well-established silence on the matter. as obviously tolerant as she is obviously unsympathetic. a net always catches more than you'd care to. ]
They've long harbored apostates. We had a runner or two, out of Ghislain.
no subject
Not enough to disguise a whole research team. [ surely? ] And if they wished to be Venatori, I imagine they'd have turned north long ago.
Any you know enough to speak to?
no subject
[ that isn't why isaac's invoked him. a small reminder of watching eyes: if he gives up a contact, that contact had best keep breathing. ]
I think you've the right of it — a team of any size asks someone's open knowledge. But I've witnessed a certain willingness to not ask questions. The villager who took me in saw half a spell, and seemed content to never speak of it again.
no subject
plus these sound like people after her own heart. ]
Likely a hard enough life without borrowing trouble. [ A beat, then the suggestion of a thoughtful frown in her tone. ] Did any of them seem to suffer memory problems?
no subject
[ there's a thought ]
We've seen the Venatori prefer local subjects. The marshfolk claimed not to know anything of it, but the rescue party weren't — mn — scouts.
[ of them, he's the fluent orlesian, and (he'd wager) the hardest to lie to. and he'd have agreed the sky was red just to get out of there. ]
I'm uncertain how to prove an absence that no one recalls. How did you work it out here?
no subject
It's a difficult problem to investigate. Was there anyone there who might respond if you wrote them?