[AW] [MEETING] Regarding Viride, ALL WELCOME

[Emersyn]

The dead cannot cry out for justice.
It is a duty of the living to do it for them.

What will you do with a poacher when you catch it?  Kill it?  


It isn’t the healthiest thing for Emersyn to think about as she scribes the last obituary in.  Thirteen of them, and they have taken most of the day with all the notes she has concluded each death with.  It is more work than what is necessary - to the point it may very well be construed as a grim hobby, but someone must honor the dead.  Emersyn feels as though she owes it to each and every one of them to bring closure to these unjust crimes. Her meticulous, looping cursive should be reserved for letters of happiness, direction, or the exchange of information, not for obituaries.  And,

 - although her work here is not a collection of poetry or prose about the mystical creatures she spent her weekend burying, it is something rhapsoidic, because it is so sad.  Emersyn does not allow herself to feel for her comrades quite the same way she does for Nature, especially when it is preyed upon by her own kind.  And for what --WHAT! greed?  power? or for sport?  Emersyn will have none of it -- not in her home, not in her forests.  She is sure others feel as she does, it is why she prepares a meeting room and waits for them.   Stonelike, contemplative, and observant.

The room fills when it is time, Emersyn remains perched at the edge of a desk like a gargoyle and studies each face, greets them with a neutral but friendly nod and smile.  Could any of them be partly to blame?  No, she thinks quickly.  Look at them, and she looks.  There is nothing to look at as far as suspicion is concerned.  When there is enough eyes and ears in the room, Emersyn decides it is time.  Emersyn's eyes are cold, her voice hoarse and strange,

"I am Emersyn,"  her name doesn't strike much familiarity in most faces - but she doesn't take it personally  - "I will keep this brief, we have reasonable suspicion to believe that we have Poachers in Viride, killing our animals.”  The gray enjoys the upset that her abruptness draws out of some, because she believes those are the ones who she is speaking to the most.  The Emissary holds her tongue for a moment, allows them to react how they need to, then continues,


"It appears that each animal has been harvested with specific parts missing.  I have made my reports on each kill here.”  Her white face gestures to the stack on the desk.  “We don't know who, and, we don't know why because there is no pattern.  But, we do know where they have been.  How they make their camps."  It is clear that she doesn’t seem to know the meaning of sleep.  That she’ll drive through the forest with every force she can gather and comb the invaders out like they were nits.  Her determination is draconian, her efforts arduous.

And then what will you do?  Emersyn?  What will you do with them?  She doesn't like her answer and she knows the King wouldn't like it much either.  Emersyn sets her jaw and looks back towards the map unfurling against the wall behind her.  It is hard to be delicate with the unrolling, it goes from being a scroll to a flat sheet with one aggressive stroke of her energy.

A diagram of Viride is presented for them all to see, the water which divides the two lower of the spansive forest reveals that the poachers have worked both sides of the river.  All the red dots she has painted the map with look more like murder than markers.  A big slashed 'X' bleeds from excessive red ink giving the mass grave she found an exceptionally eerie vibe.  This time, red ink and red blood represent the same thing.   It is Emersyn's seriousness that makes this so.  

"These were rare, mystical animals that were as old as Viride and just as irreplaceable.  Half of them possibly possessed magic.”  Emersyn skips one beat before delivering the final news. “A unicorn was also found."  There it sits, the elephant in the room.  She doesn’t need to explain how bad this feels, because it is as bad as it looks.

A unicorn, the parchment is lifted off the stack and laid out for everyone to see.  “This could possibly be a civilian?  The parts that were removed by the killer made the body unidentifiable.” She goes from Poacher to Killer now, though it is all the same in this context and that is what infuriates her the most. “Our Warden will explain our next step.”  

Emersyn's rage is horrible and it is ugly and it is a violent monster, but it is also a silent phantom in the room. No one knows how much this angers her, but by the militant tone in her voice - it is clear that she takes it all quite seriously.  Stranger or not to these people, they will learn about their Emissary in due time. 


 
Ooc:

MAP OF VIRIDE  < - Using the Novus map,  the red X marks where she has found a pit where most of the kills were found.  The dots are where she suspects the poachers might have made the kill/camped/set traps, please feel free to elaborate on any of these places if your character has stumbled upon them if you like.

 

@Andras  @Seir  @Ipomoea  as well as Delumine community are all welcome to join in (you aren't obligated to do so!)  This is kind of an unofficially official 'let's get some patrols going!' meeting.  Please feel free to include ANY extra tidbits if you so desire it.  Creativity is key!


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