mythopoeics

Was that blood?

Some days, I get why brother's overprotective.

Ilium's too quiet. I guess since everywhere has been getting all the parties, I wouldn't mind seeing something nice around here. Change of pace and everything.

[filter; camlann faction]
No one is to see the queen unless they speak with me first. There will be no room for discussion on this matter.

[filter; elaine]
Did you see? Something has happened, sister.

[filter; gwynevere]

( underneath a setting sun, something wicked your way comes )

[ ooc: attn Glastheins! part of your city near the palace is now on fire, and some of the water supply has been poisoned through the wells. you're welcome. ♥ ]

[Filter: Ilium Revolution group]

We all want the same thing: justice for the voices that go unheard. Help for the working class, those who support this region and struggle every day because the upper classes do not offer enough aid. Many are forced to first beg before anything is possibly given and that isn't right. Whether a nobleman or a peasant, help should never be granted when you are at the end of your rope and must also sacrifice your pride just for coin or a bit of food.

I know there is unrest and I know that things can go wrong in the next few days. In the very case things get out of control, please see my sister for how to get out of the city and then Ilium. I pray it we do not end up having to use force I pray so hard that things can be peaceful but we must be prepared for anything.

Just keep yourselves safe, my friends. Keep yourselves armed as well.



[ooc: this filter is for anyone part of this and those Tristan has spoken to or involved (Eve, Percival, Modred, Horus, etc). if you want to be included, just nudge me on the post so we know! and also whether your character will be caught or escape.]

Long nights never were terrible to Death. She probably got more done during these hours than any other. That was why she neglected to drink more during the dark hours. Oh, on occasion, she would dilute a glass of wine or vodka with water but she hadn't done that tonight. It was tea with a glass of water at the end of each cup, just to refresh her mouth for the next one.

The matter of the fire was not her place. That was War's and the king's. Even their right-hand who wasn't available at the moment. She sorted out matters with people, she thought. And with people who needed to make better tea at night. Just because she was one of the rare oddballs up when others were preparing or in bed didn't mean one had to do a poor job on making the tea.

It was just past midnight when she started to feel ill. Not prone to sickness, she knew something was quite wrong, that it wasn't normal to feel this way out of the blue. The cup of tea she had been holding was glanced at and then fell from her fingers, as if suddenly repulsive. On her unsteady feet, she moved - or rather stumbled - toward where the salt was as well as a jug of water. After pouring herself water (it splashed everywhere) and a decent amount of salt into the glass, she tipped the drink back and swallowed it down, as much as she could.

The vomiting happened easily enough but even then she felt as if she wasn't going to be alright. Was she too late? With a quick sweep of her arm, she knocked over the jug and remaining glasses on the small table to alert those stationed outside of her room (she never cried out for help, it was not like her).

The door opened quickly enough just as Death felt her knees give out as she went down. And then all went black.


[ooc: it'll be assumed some guard of hers found her and later alerted Heimdall. keeping it easy!]