mythopoeics

[- and those who believe in her cause.  In Ilium or otherwise.]

[ When Horus pens down his filter, he's not sure whom he's going to reach.  But here he is, alive and free, while so many will speak no more, and he knows that living and freedom come with a responsibility.

A responsibility to carry on the mantle.  He's no fucking poet, but if Tristan for one second thought his words had any artistry to them, then by God is he going to try. ]

The violence was not planned.  But you're a damn fool if you didn't think it was going to happen eventually.

A fractured kingdom is a weak one.  One way or another, it would've come down to this.  I'm not saying violence is the right course of action - hell no.  But neither is standing idly by.

Is this the world you want to see?  It very fucking well wasn't the Ilium I wanted.  For the voices of the weak to be heard, a city had to be bathed in blood.  Many fell without seeing the dawn.  Is it coming?  Fuck if I know.

But I'm not forgetting those who've fallen in the night.  Are you?

I made it back to Camlann in one piece, though not for others lack of trying. It's funny, you'd think with my little caravan in such need of repair it wouldn't attract the attention of highwaymen, but you'd be wrong. Thankfully, there aren't many places one could sell instruments, so more often than not anyone looking to get anything from me walks away mostly disappointed. At least none of them found where I hid my coins and Hermione's gift.

I've seen and heard many things in my travels, most of which were eye-opening. All I can say is I'm pleased to be home and to find my sister safe.

[Filter: Elaine]
Elaine? I thought you were getting married.

I've made something for Baldric.

[Filter: Public]
I heard some ladies talking. What happened in Ilium?

( but there are dreams that cannot be, and there are storms we cannot weather. )

[Filter: Hector]

Could I have a moment?

[Filter: Aeneas]

Guess what I'm doing!

[Filter: Arthur & Lancelot] no, no I don't want to speak to them at all
[Filter: Public]

There is nothing like being home. There is also nothing like being chased by one of your annoyed dogs. Silly thing.

[Zeus has been quiet lately because - well. To say that Zeus is not well is like saying that it gets a little cold in Glastheim. His physicians do not give him much time. More than hours but probably not days.

And, so, he's been closeted in his offices, avoiding everyone but his closest administrative staff, ensuring that everything - the line of succession, his will, every state secret - is in order. The time has come now, though, to let his family and his faction know.

His penmanship is as firm as ever. It is not the writing of a dying man. He is dying, though, and he's not so arrogant as to believe that everyone will mourn him.]

[filter; angrboda]

Yes, I have been avoiding you. Yes, it has been cowardly of me. We have a situation. I have no doubt that black will suit you, my dear.

My physicians tell me that I have been poisoned. One of them theorises that it is from the Glasthein water supply. Whatever the case, I do not have much longer.

[filter; right hand, diplomat, general; visible to angrboda]

It appears that I am dying and soon. Poison which, I am told, is a woman's weapon. Speak to the healers for details. Support my son.

[filter; hypnos]

My son. I'd hoped to spare you this for a few more years at least but you will be ascending to the throne of Svarga imminently. I am dying. It seems that this year is the year for regicide. Be careful what you drink.

Come and see me this afternoon.

[filter; sigyn]

My darling girl. I miss you already. I hope that you shall not miss me even more. I would travel to tell you if I could but I do not have the luxury of time. I am dying - poison. I gather it will get much worse before the end. Please know that you have always made me proud.

[filter; artemis, hebe]

Daughters. There is no easy way to tell you this and I am sorry that it comes at such a time of turmoil. I have been poisoned and am likely to be dead within days, if not sooner. You will be taken care of, I promise. Be happy, my girls. You have a proud father.

[filter; pestilence]

If you can, come to Svarga. I may be dead before you arrive. I have been poisoned but speak with my healers when you are come. Perhaps you can help them uncover the truth of the matter.

Do not limit yourself, my son. You are destined for great things.