Journeys with a Prothean (Year Two)

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Javik   COURT Unseelie TITLE Border Shark ABLE TO FAST-TRAVEL  Yes. Possesses Maglor's Magic Ring, but doesn't tell anyone RESIDENCE IN 2,701 Caer Scima/The Station RESIDENCE IN 2,702 You can't tie down a banjo man   MAJOR EVENTS   Promotion Following his participation in the war and his work along the borders, Javik is given the title of Captain within the Unseelie army. Treun Javik attends the summer Tourney in Treun, and meets with the Governor again. Amunet Javik learns the secret of Vanessa's Ives possession during Samhain.

YEAR ONE | YEAR TWO | YEAR THREE TIMELINE OF EVENTS SPRING IN 2,701 (Mar, Apr, May) MARCH - The new king of birds brings late snowstorms and a deep freeze to the Drabwurld. Visiting the ruins of Caer Scima, Javik travels with Katsa to assist refugees to the Third Tooth of Dorchadas. Javik visits Vanessa's spire, and once the snow has gone, he visits Damon and his sand worms. Maglor will be gone, having left Javik his magic ring and a shard-palantir. Javik is now the last of the Fellowship of Grumpy Old Men (and a Genie). Aragorn uses the shard-palantir to contact those that also have one. APRIL - Reul's Right Hand, The Winter King and Unseelie General Saber Alter recruits Javik as an officer in the military. Not one to let emotions get control of him, Javik will bust up that harp as soon as he realizes what's going on. Time not spent flipping out about harps will be used to continue patrolling Dorchadas. MAY - No more lockets or fairy rings or monarchs! Javik goes swan hunting, and racks up some cash to fund his travels. He stops in at the new trading post, meeting Vol'jin's brother-of-sorts, Thrall. At the Station he crosses paths with Midna, and they both head south together. Unfortunately, the road to Treun is awfully close to Seelie territories... SUMMER IN 2,701 (Jun, Jul, Aug) JUNE - Javik attends, but does not participate in the tourneys at Treun. He reconnects with Effy, Ben and Hikaru, and meets Diarmuid and Katherine. Athame has her second litter of puppies in the city. Following the tourney he meets with Debal to discuss replacing Vridan's grave marker... and the governor gets to dogsit Prativ for awhile.  JULY - Javik heads south to Leathann, and is entirely unaware of the hangings in Daonna until news reaches that far south. AUGUST - Leathann's Festival of Lights occurs during the second week. Javik attends and observes, and visits the Tower of the Oracle. While there's no obvious mark left behind by Vridan, the design of the tower is reminiscent of the architecture found on Feros and Eden Prime. Returning to the mainland, Javik teams up with Diarmuid to take down some rampant forest golems. FALL IN 2,701 (Sept, Oct, Nov) SEPTEMBER - Language is of no concern to him when people lose the ability to understand one another. He returns to Treun for the wreath festival, and is knee-deep in the resulting riots. 'Wish you were here' postcard material. Ben takes a look through Javik's eyes to check up on him, and Javik doesn't appreciate it. OCTOBER - Samhain! Javik meets Wan (twice), argues with Damon, gets drunk with Unseelie soldiers and the Brucolac, gets harassed by Effy and Archer and dances with Vanessa. He later returns to Vanessa's spire despite her warning against it.  NOVEMBER - After Samhain, Javik makes his yearly trip to Loch Sluagh, to visit the grave of Vridan and replace the marker. Following this he will return to Dorchadas to pick up his duties in the Unseelie army. WINTER IN 2,701/2,702 (Dec, Jan, Feb) DECEMBER - Protheans may have evolved as hunters, but the White Hart gets the drop on him. Javik will be a bear for the remainder of the month. JANUARY - Travelling Dorchadas and/or a bear. FEBRUARY - Travelling Dorchadas. Javik catches up with Katsa at the third spire, Diasbaile. SPRING IN 2,702 (Mar, Apr) MARCH - The skeletons strike while Javik is at Damon's spire. APRIL - Missing fairies. Who cares.

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SPRING IN 2,701 (Mar, Apr, May)

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It was a scene he'd seen a few times now - varren parents and pup all stepping on one another, with someone caught in between. Maglor was well-suited to being in the midst of animals, alien or not.

"I have not seen the castle yet, only heard reports." And if Maglor was asking about his injuries, he'd find a way to keep deflecting the topic. "I am surprised it is still standing. Perhaps this will be the last of anyone declaring it a safe and neutral territory."

Even without a war, the Station had been attacked before. When would people learn that no place was safe?

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Maglor lets them gambol, sure that Athame & Prativ will curtail any foolishness on the pup's behaviour.

"It is as bad as you have heard." Maglor nods. "I went back in, mother's statues you see - they are still there. We used a protection charm and so they are still standing, but the same cannot be said for the castle.

He eyes Javik with a raised eyebrow. Stop deflecting.

"The Station? It will always be neutral, I think. But it will be harder to live there, this is true. Muscovy and I have claimed one of the rooms for ourselves. Amusingly, the TV is still intact."

He shrugs. "There are no safe places. Only refuges. Javik, how bad?"

MARCH

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APRIL

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MAY

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SWANHUNT 2015 | THIRD SPIRE/DORCHADAS

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Magic, he'd always assumed, was just science that couldn't be explained. There was always an explanation, even if he lacked the technical expertise to figure it out for himself. More to the point, he didn't ever put his trust in something he didn't fully understand, even if he was guilty of using it. The lockets, while suspect, were useful. The fairy rings made travel a simple matter, like a scaled down version of the mass relays. There were rules in this world that couldn't be ignored, so he adapted as best he could.

When April ticked over to May, however, everyone had to adapt again. Like an overheated rifle or a mass relay controlled by Reapers, the things they took for granted to communicate and travel were now gone. The fairy rings no longer closed distances with a word, and there was talk that some had stepped through one side… and not out the other. Javik made note to avoid the areas where they were grown altogether, out of an abundance of caution. While his locket became unresponsive, he still wore it around his neck, tucked away safely under the collar of his armor. He had strung Maglor’s ring on the chain with it, and that seemed the best place to keep them both.

The loss of the fairy rings forced him to rethink the vague plans of travel he’d come up with after the battle. He wanted to return to Treun, and later Leathann, but both cities seemed infinitely far away now. Contending with Seelie territory was another issue, yet the one he was least concerned about. Let them try. He’d intended to stay at Ariadne’s spire for a longer period of time, but if he wanted to be that far south before it was winter all over again, he needed to get moving.

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And then the swans had arrived. As best they could tell, the birds had flocked in from the south, but once they reached Dorchadas they were nothing short of a nightmare. The forest had survived the fires of an army and the deep freeze of winter, just barely showing hints of life, and now this. Eating crops wasn't bad enough on its own, of course - they made a mess everywhere they went. Some natives took to chasing them off with brooms, only to get bit in return. Gleaming, golden feathers made them look regal, but they had a nasty disposition.

So, Javik had sent Athame and Prativ out to thin the population around the spire before things got bleak. Athame returned to him first, head and tail up proudly as she trotted back with her kill. The swan was still alive when she dropped it at his feet, but when he bent to finish it off, feather and flesh alike turned hard, solidifying into pure gold. Little more than a trinket, now, he could do nothing but stare at it.

It really shouldn't have surprised him. Killing and eating a pest that threatened crops was just too easy. Of course it would turn into gold. Of course, how ridiculous of him to think otherwise. On the bright side, gold had a lot of weight in this world, and there were dozens, if not hundreds of those birds in the forest. You couldn't replace meals with lumps of metal, unfortunately, but at least the swans would serve a purpose.

Armed with his crossbow and two varren, Javik took a sturdy pack horse (really, the only one that didn't try to kick him) and set off into the woods.

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The Station, it seemed, was simply never going to recover. It had taken months for the damage done to it by Ariadne and Shadow monsters to be repaired, and now it looked like a Reaper had fallen on it. The Jabberwok sounded as though it had been just as deadly, and the fact that the hills were missing just solidified that.

Javik was just passing through, thankfully. He’d lived at the Station for a few scant weeks, before the need to travel pulled at him again. It worked in his favor, apparently – he wouldn’t have wanted to be here or at Caer Scima when the battle came down. He lingered long enough to see a few familiar faces, and one in particular took an interest in what he was doing, and where he was going.

While Javik usually preferred to travel alone, the further south he went, the more dangerous things were going to get. Even if Treun was open to Seelie and Unseelie alike, the road there went right up against a lot of Caer Glaem’s territory. Getting that far south without trouble was likely impossible, so he didn’t refuse when Midna suggested they go together. Just to look at her, one wouldn’t think she was cut out for this sort of life. Still, their first conversation had been interesting, and he wanted to see what she was capable of here.

The two varren, Athame and Prativ, often ran ahead. When they brought back small game, Javik added it to the small load the single pack horse he’d purchased was carrying. The horse still shied away from him, but with enough carrots and time, that was changing. At times Javik would fish in the Aster with his bare hands, so they were never really hungry or wanting for food. He kept a sharp eye on the other side of the river, though, watching and waiting for trouble.

It was midday now, and they’d paused for a break, both for themselves and the horse. Once they crossed the Aster, the landscape would give way to the rolling plains of Treun. That, he thought, was the worst place to be. There was nowhere to hide out there, although it did made ambushes difficult.

"Can you see the varren?" He was digging through one of the packs tied to the horse, glancing over at Midna briefly. The pair of them had been gone for a few hours, though they rarely went out too far.

SUMMER IN 2,701 (Jun, Jul, Aug)

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JUNE

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POST TOURNEY | TREUN

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Simply due to bad timing, Javik was forced to extend his stay in Treun. Ideally he would already be on his way to Leathann, but Athame, and her six new pups, had other ideas. With the tourney flooding the city with shardbearers and natives alike, it was far easier to get rid of them than it had been at Caer Scima. Now, it was a matter of waiting until they were just old enough to be away from their mother and litter.

It did give him time to revisit a few places in the city, and meet with the Governor again. With everything almost back to normal following the tourney, he didn't have any trouble arranging anything, and he didn't have to pester the staff every day. Everyone could be thankful for that.

Prativ came with him, the silver skinned varren trotting obediently at his side as they entered the manor. Having run up and down the streets ahead of Javik on the way, he was panting, sides heaving and tongue rolling out from between his teeth. Being cooped up in kennels never did them any favors at all, but at least he wouldn't have to worry about him running off into the manor. The upholstery might never recover.

JULY

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AUGUST

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SOUTH OF EITHNE | CLOSED

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Javik's return to Treun was short lived. Out on the plains there wasn't much trouble, but word came down from the Cothromach and the neighboring villages that golems were attacking without provocation. Javik hadn't really understood the emergency, until someone explained to him just what a golem was, and what it could be as well.

It really wasn't his concern. If they came near Treun, then he'd consider it a problem he could deal with for the city. A prior commitment, however, and a little extra cash in his pocket made for a change of plans. He had offered services to Aly and her band of mercenaries, and now she was calling on him to head north and deal with some golems. Small, outlying villages and collections of homes too small to have names were suffering under the attacks, and couldn't deal with them adequately. Apparently he wasn't meant to go it alone, and he'd find out who he'd be fighting alongside once he got there.

Making good time also meant finally replacing his lost horse, and once he'd saddled up the new one and let Athame run ahead, he was on the road. By the time he reached the southern edges of the Woods of Eithne, a late summer thunderstorm was rumbling in the distance. The gelding didn't seem to mind it as much as the varren, thankfully, but Javik slowed their pace to keep any eye out for trouble - and his comrade-to-be.

FALL IN 2,701 (Sept, Oct, Nov)

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SEPTEMBER

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20th | TREUN PASTURES | CLOSED

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This time last year, Javik had been in Leathann. Harvest season was always busy, and even more since he was standing in the heart of the Drabwurld's bread basket. Every once and awhile he regretted not spending more time in Leathann, eating what he was meant to and breathing salty air. If it was something he enjoyed, or found in peace in, however, Javik was quick to leave it behind. Such things didn't last. Besides, it wasn't entirely the same without House at his side.

Being in the middle of a busy city had gotten to him eventually, so he took the varren and his recently purchased horse out into the fields. The gelding, a paint, wasn't much like his old bay. A little too laid back, if he were honest, but still shy around himself and the varren. A calmer horse was probably a better starting point for him anyways, with Maglor gone and unable to help him. Leading it out into the open, Javik fed it apples and carrots, occasionally throwing some out towards the varren to catch. He kept a close eye on the pair of them - he'd loaned Prativ to Debal for a reason. He'd had quite enough of puppies.

In the distance he heard some natives arguing over harvests, or maybe their cart. Either way, Javik paid them no mind, picking his way through the waves of grass.

WINTER IN 2,701/2,702 (Dec, Jan, Feb)

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DECEMBER

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JANUARY

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FEBRUARY

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SPRING IN 2,702 (Mar, Apr)

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MARCH

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bullshit

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Spire visiting:
Ariadne February
Vanessa March?
Damon - when the worms hatch
Others?

Treun:
Revisit Debal?
Work out details for replacing Vridan's grave marker.
Train a new horse (Maglor halp)
Varren puppies perhaps. These will be available to anyone in the area, versus just cr/unseelie.

Leathann:
The Tower of the Oracle. Inspect it for any mark left behind by Vridan.

General:
Looking into the past history of the sun cult, see if any of the Seelie commanders responsible for Vridan's death are still around. Fuck them up if so.
He might do some mercenary work to pay for shit. Not sure how to keep him involved with court politics after the monarchs fuck off and no battles emerge.