CROYDON 2: CROYDON HARDER

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January 7th-14th: Once the purge really gets going, it's pretty obvious that Croydon's being targeted disproportionately. It's less of a surprise than some might like; the area's a source of numerous bruised egos - Eames' included - but more than that, every side involved clearly wants to put this to bed. Daybreak, unfortunately, has a lot more backing and more official channels to go through to get the upper hand. Numerous people are taken in by the Night Council on whatever charges of using dark magic can be used against them, and it leaves a not insignificant dent in their power. Clever, one might suppose, reduce the numbers before Daybreak - Norrell, let's all be honest here - send the bodies in to take the area. Eames has the fae on his side and the people in his employ do what they can to undermine this though. Moving people out of the area quickly and under the noses of the Council guardians sweeping the area, goods hidden, the odd person stored away safely in Faery. More than anything, it's a move of solidarity with those living here. A gentle suggestion that those witches, fae, metas, etc. in the area can trust him and his to look after them. January 15th: This is a losing fight, and Eames makes it clear no one is obligated to join in before things start. There's too many extenuating circumstances to have a hope of keeping their hands on Croydon. Still. Eames is too frustrated with the current state of affairs to let it go easily, and he amasses a small militia of the like-minded. They may not be able to keep Croydon, but they can make it difficult as hell to take. The plan is simple: In the early hours of the morning, before the sun has risen, they'll attack. The intent was to avoid bloodshed last time, but this time the intent is clearly to kill as many as possible. By the evening they'll have withdrawn, and Norrell can have fun explaining to the families of the deceased that they died for a shithole like Croydon.

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[occultdisciple]

"And I envy you," Coward murmured quietly. "Magic still at your fingertips..."

He chose to become a vampire. His mortality was not taken from him. But it was a choice made under extreme duress. It allows him to serve his Shepherd still, yes, and he doesn't regret it. But he's allowed to somewhat mourn the loss of the power he loved and the politics he knew. In the vampire society, he is still young, scraping for every bit of influence he can achieve.

"And a seat on the Night Council. A way to affect real change."

[hurtfew]

Ah, yes. Norrell's smile flicks up again at that, pleased at the recognition.

"I had hoped I would be recognised one day. It is an honour to be offered a seat, of course -- and, as you say, the chance to make a difference. It is a chance to finally make another push against the fae threat, against Midnight and the scourge of dark magic."

Which, perhaps, are more Norrell's opinions than the opinions of witches as a whole. Yet they are important opinions!