to: everyone.

[mullerian]

( a couple nights spent sleepless staring at the stars in the green grass of a ditch in solvunn's primary settlement have left him wanting, curious, but a constant glitter of flashing correspondence beneath eyelids and in the sky has spelled out one thing very clearly: off-worlders can communicate amongst each other. near-instantaneously, in fact. how convenient.

eventually he's ready to try it, perched on a branch with his legs crossed and one finger weaving an invisible thread through the air in front of him. children passing by to pick up wayward apples for the coming rites must find him insane. )

Now, I did my own bit of research amongst the plucky citizens strolling about Solvunn, claiming us graces of God, and found quite the wealth of history beneath these streets. Enough to pen a couple more tomes worth, really, but I didn't fathom the discourse in this country would run so deep. It almost makes sense that they'd look outward for help at this point, to usher in a new era, but...

( research means spying, but. details. no one needs to know of days thus far spent just circling behind the shoulders of scholars in their libraries as a miniature. it wasn't all that exciting.

the next few sentences are quickly scribbled and without signature, running closely together as if to drive someone dizzy. there's a foreboding air to his text, whether on skin or parchment on wood, as if it's starting to fade the longer one stares. )

Anyhow, it left me curious, and so I'm posing a question to those more privy than me:

When and if the curtain rises, whose blood would you want spilled? Who deserves to "win", in your eyes?

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[princessvegas]

What the actual fuck.

[ Julie has concentrated extra hard to make that sentence bigger than the ones that follow. ]

Why are y'all new people so intent on taking part in a war? Even if that's where they're going, why do you care? It's not our fight.
- Julie Lawry

[cointosser]

What an oddly heavy question to send out into the ether. I find men who question such things are either meddlers or stand to profit from such gambles. Would your time not be better spent penning such wealths of history?

- Julian Alfred Pankratz

[gardienne]

it ain’t people what live here what ought to die. What do we care of them? It is them what have been dragged here - some of them - what deserve to die, I think.

-Eponine Thenardier

[rinwell]

[ well, this is an unpleasant surprise in her meal. Though to be fair, Rinwell hadn't expected words to form in her soup.

She stirs it a few times, trying to disperse the letters, but the question posed has quite put her off her dinner. ]

Why is blood required for there to be "victory"? Why should anyone have to die?
~Rinwell

[gynvael]

When did they pull you out?

- Geralt

[ One day, he will not completely ignore a direct question, but today is not that day. ]

[extendedbrutalpipemurder]

It isn't a question of deserving, in my experience. Winners are those willing to do what needs to be done to get what they want.

-EB

[frontlinetitties]

Want seems a bit of a strong word. Don't get me wrong, I'm all for a good fight. But there should be a reason first.

As for who deserves to win, it's too soon to say.

~Gideon

[unnecessaryflourishes]

We have barely begun to understand the motives of all the players on the field, and you would call for war? I do not doubt that it will come to such in time, but it is very nearly a fool's errand to question which parties might most "deserve" to be the victor in whatever clash should arise.

[bravers]

[Plain handwriting, in block capital.]

No-one deserves to win.