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undergrounds2015-11-14 11:39 pm
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Once more unto the breach, dear friend, once more (Lewisham territory claim)
Or close the wall up with our English dead
November 20th, afternoon
Lewisham was a beautiful district. On a day like this, it was almost impossible to tell that the fae controlled most of the area. Still, one who could feel and smell magic could sense it. It wasn't something that could be allowed to stand. The fae had their own realm to call theirs; they had no need of territory in this land.
Besides, it would help him establish his homecoming.
He not only needed to make himself known among the Islington Nest, but it would do well to be noticed in the rest of the supernatural community. Besides, there were plenty of others who disliked the fae presence. It made it an easy rallying point.
He had reached out to the witches -- particularly Daybreak -- and the werewolves. The latter had a few of wary onlookers, but he couldn't afford to have them as active enemies right now.
For the day, he was seeing the sights and looking at things from a strategic point of view. There were good places to make a bottleneck, to force the fae out into the open. Or into retreat. The difficult thing would be keeping the fae from coming back through their doors to not present a second front. As he looks around, he also keeps an eye out for any of his allies... or enemies.
In peace there's nothing so becomes a man
November 23rd, morning
No territory dispute could happen and be maintained without the proper political groundwork. So, that was what Lord Coward put the finishing polish to the day before he intended to move. The local members of each supernatural sect were warned to either join the fight or stay out of it. If they sided with the fae, he'd warned, they would be considered outside of the protection of their groups and, therefore, subject to the full extent of the battle.
He continued to make his rounds at the supernatural haunts of the borough, making himself known in each location. Where there was someone of particular note, he sought them out. Otherwise, he found a fairly public place and did his best to look as approachable as possible.
As modest stillness and humility,
November 23rd, evening
The night was coming, and Lord Coward let himself begin a hunt. It wasn't the night for the fight, but such an attack was never just one night. For days, little things had been done. Small scuffles that had ranging consequences. So, tonight he let his hunger come out.
It was a good way to clear the streets or bring out the enemies.
He'd found a fae sympathiser some days ago and been tracking them for awhile. They were a human, loosely connected with the protection of a minor fae. Nothing particularly important, no, but enough to have caught his ear.
As he finished his meal and licked the wound to close it, he raised his head, setting the body down carefully. To humans, it would be a mysterious death. To the supernatural community, it was a marking of territory. At a sound, he looked in that direction, fangs still out, though they were shrinking back to normal size.
But when the blast of war blows in our ears
November 24th, midday
Now, the fight had begun.
To human eyes, there was just a bit more random conflict in the streets. Nothing to be worried about, but strange things happened. It was the result of magic at play.
There was only so much to be done in human circles, of course. In the supernatural, there were far more obvious clashes. It was to be expected, though, and Lord Coward kept his back straight. After all, he intended to be known here. Especially if he wanted to eventually control all of Tower Hamlets.
He noticed it out of the corner of his eye. Someone looking at him. Curiosity, ill intent, or positive thought all seemed the same in a split second. So, he merely offered a thin smile.
"May I help you?"
Then imitate the action of the tiger
November 24th, night
In the dark of the night, Islington made their strike. They and their allies had one more day, Coward had made clear, to make this definitive. They needed to drive the fae out, period, and it needed to be done before they thought this was just a token show.
So, that night, Coward's fangs were out, and those who were not with him were considered against him. The blood would flow freely where it needed to. Or, at least, where he felt it needed to.
(And, of course, feel free to make your own top levels for others during the claim.)
November 20th, afternoon
Lewisham was a beautiful district. On a day like this, it was almost impossible to tell that the fae controlled most of the area. Still, one who could feel and smell magic could sense it. It wasn't something that could be allowed to stand. The fae had their own realm to call theirs; they had no need of territory in this land.
Besides, it would help him establish his homecoming.
He not only needed to make himself known among the Islington Nest, but it would do well to be noticed in the rest of the supernatural community. Besides, there were plenty of others who disliked the fae presence. It made it an easy rallying point.
He had reached out to the witches -- particularly Daybreak -- and the werewolves. The latter had a few of wary onlookers, but he couldn't afford to have them as active enemies right now.
For the day, he was seeing the sights and looking at things from a strategic point of view. There were good places to make a bottleneck, to force the fae out into the open. Or into retreat. The difficult thing would be keeping the fae from coming back through their doors to not present a second front. As he looks around, he also keeps an eye out for any of his allies... or enemies.
In peace there's nothing so becomes a man
November 23rd, morning
No territory dispute could happen and be maintained without the proper political groundwork. So, that was what Lord Coward put the finishing polish to the day before he intended to move. The local members of each supernatural sect were warned to either join the fight or stay out of it. If they sided with the fae, he'd warned, they would be considered outside of the protection of their groups and, therefore, subject to the full extent of the battle.
He continued to make his rounds at the supernatural haunts of the borough, making himself known in each location. Where there was someone of particular note, he sought them out. Otherwise, he found a fairly public place and did his best to look as approachable as possible.
As modest stillness and humility,
November 23rd, evening
The night was coming, and Lord Coward let himself begin a hunt. It wasn't the night for the fight, but such an attack was never just one night. For days, little things had been done. Small scuffles that had ranging consequences. So, tonight he let his hunger come out.
It was a good way to clear the streets or bring out the enemies.
He'd found a fae sympathiser some days ago and been tracking them for awhile. They were a human, loosely connected with the protection of a minor fae. Nothing particularly important, no, but enough to have caught his ear.
As he finished his meal and licked the wound to close it, he raised his head, setting the body down carefully. To humans, it would be a mysterious death. To the supernatural community, it was a marking of territory. At a sound, he looked in that direction, fangs still out, though they were shrinking back to normal size.
But when the blast of war blows in our ears
November 24th, midday
Now, the fight had begun.
To human eyes, there was just a bit more random conflict in the streets. Nothing to be worried about, but strange things happened. It was the result of magic at play.
There was only so much to be done in human circles, of course. In the supernatural, there were far more obvious clashes. It was to be expected, though, and Lord Coward kept his back straight. After all, he intended to be known here. Especially if he wanted to eventually control all of Tower Hamlets.
He noticed it out of the corner of his eye. Someone looking at him. Curiosity, ill intent, or positive thought all seemed the same in a split second. So, he merely offered a thin smile.
"May I help you?"
Then imitate the action of the tiger
November 24th, night
In the dark of the night, Islington made their strike. They and their allies had one more day, Coward had made clear, to make this definitive. They needed to drive the fae out, period, and it needed to be done before they thought this was just a token show.
So, that night, Coward's fangs were out, and those who were not with him were considered against him. The blood would flow freely where it needed to. Or, at least, where he felt it needed to.
(And, of course, feel free to make your own top levels for others during the claim.)
23rd (For Coward!)
His books might get harmed, might get dirty! He is not a fighter, no Norrell is a researcher! He is a gentleman witch, not some common street sorcerer!
So it is that in the end Norrell agrees to meet Coward at the Norrellite coven, out of hours with only Childermass there on guard. He is carefully organising his plans, shuffling papers and taking notes still when Coward arrives. Norrell is nothing if not thorough, partly through his own paranoia. He is easily capable of imagining the worst case scenario, and that allows him to plan for it.
"Is Islington ready?"
Norrell doesn't even look up at first, finishes his note before lifting his eyes to regard Coward coolly yet still with faint curiosity. He expects Coward to be prepared, in truth, the man had seemed competent.
no subject
There can be no hesitation, not at this stage. A fierce, sudden sweep is all that can be done. After all, the district has been watched. Human sentries as well as others have given their reports. Coward is as sure as he can be of the strategy he must use.
The man meeting with him has the luxury of removing himself from the frontlines. In a matter of months -- maybe a short year, as his sense of time has changed since his mortal days -- he will have earned that back. For now, though, he must lead the way in blood.
"The fae will be driven out."
no subject
"We will provide cover with a fog. I have some witches who can accompany to incapacitate as many as people, and to turn away and compel resistance until they are forced to leave. Cloaking or obscurement can be provided, of course. If you have numbers in mind we can prepare or else you will have to accept as much as I can cover. I will manage affairs from here."
Of course, for nothing about Mr Norrell paints him as a fighter. Managing is exactly what he is good at.
no subject
Stripped of any daylight jewellery they might possess and strapped down to await the sun, specifically.
But the details are irrelevant.
no subject
"I hope," he says archly, "there will be no need of such measures. If it comes to pass I trust you will not be lenient in the face of dissent."
Norrell is very much in favour of harsh punishments, after all. He wishes they still hung people.
no subject
After all, he'd once been Home Secretary. The entire police force had been at his fingertips. He would show no more mercy now than he had then.
no subject
"Then I will leave such matters to you", he says, and moves some pieces of paper about before beginning to make notes again. "There will be fae, so we will have to expect trickery. Wards will need to be set to protect us from illusions. I do not know how much resistance we will meet, how strong, but it is better to be prepared for the worst."