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IMPORTANT MESSAGE FROM AGENT KESTREL TO HEAD FALCONER (Erealia)Collapse )

CLASSIFIED INFORMATION (Ivona)Collapse )

FOR THE EYES OF COUNCIL DEFENSE MEMBERS ONLY (Vohemar)Collapse )

OOC: While the characters may not receive the exact messages listed in this post, certain characters will be privy to the same information. Diplomats and representatives on the Amestris will automatically know the facts described in their respective nation's memos in dossiers sent specifically to them (for example, Othar would know about Erealia's plans for isolation, while Susan would know about Ivona's plans to further militarize). Meanwhile, other characters with political ties may also have access to some of this information, though how much (and how they receive it) depends on the nature of these ties. If you think your character is eligible to be in the know, please contact a mod or comment here OOCly.
 
 
14 December 2010 @ 02:59 am
[At first, there is just static. The sound spikes and scratches before stabilizing. Throughout the message, it can still be heard, again spiking at random intervals and interrupting the message.]

H-Hello? [The voice is that of a little girl. She can't be any older than seven years old] Is...is anybody out there?

[Static]

Please, you have to come help! There's something-

-in this town.

I can see... -they're coming!

[More static]

No! No! They're everywhere! The whole town! It's covered in-

[The transmission goes dead for a second, as if it were cut off. Suddenly, it starts up again and sobbing can be heard]

-Antrim. If anybody-

...lp me...

[One last bit of scratchy static, then the transmission ends]
 
 
20 September 2010 @ 01:43 pm
[There's a sniffle over the network followed by a loud honking noise. Who is this distraught stranger? Why, it's Mr. Caulcher, their latest passenger!]

Oh, it's terrible, just terrible! My Erealian candleabra, my gilded goose, my self perpetuating egg beater...they're gone, all gone! I checked on them just five minutes ago and they were sitting on my bed, and now - [He breaks off into an incoherent wail] Oh, I just hope the rest of my luggage is all right!
 
 
Having fun at the festival, darlings? Enjoying those pretty little flowers? Take it in while you can - playtime's over. This is Arlechinno speaking, and our fearless leaders thinks its time for us to all have a little get-together.
 
 
[There's a faint crackle of static, before a low, weary voice comes over the network.]

You all disgust me. You bourgeoisie clockworks scramble and flitter around your fallen lord while the villagers starve in the fields. Aid, you say? I spit on your aid. Your help is nothing more than crusts of stale bread and rotted vegetables, meant to mollify the masses and buy their silence.

No more, I say. Do you all see the Amestris, children? That bright, glistening vessel, the flagship for a rotted world and its broken system? It's not so lovely now, is it? Its decay has been in place for a long time, before your showers burst and your ovens flared, before your captain fell and his first mate scurried to his side, and even before that lovely party where you invited thieves and crooks into your banquet hall.

But the worst has yet to come, dear children. Pay close attention to your ship, and burn it into your memory - soon it will collapse, taking its horrid nation with it.
 
 
 
She’s goooooone!

H-help! Please, somebody help me! My darling, my baby, my little girl – my poor Lydia has been kidnapped! Hurry, you have to get her back to me, she’s only five years old…! She gets so scared without me! I shudder to think of what awful things she must be going through in the hands of those brigands…!

[sobbing sounds as the speaker tries to collect himself]

I h-have a note here from the scoundrels themselves.

[He clears his throat and reads:]

“If you ever want to see her again, bring five pounds of mana crystals from your warehouses to the circle meadow in one week. You can bring three people with you as bodyguards, but that’s it – as long as they’re not police. Let’s keep this between us, shall we? Do what we say, and you’ll get little Lydia back safe and sound. Any tricks, and she’s taking a one-way trip through the cloud layer.”

You have to help! I’ll pay you anything, just—please get Lydia back to me safely!
 
 
25 January 2010 @ 09:48 pm
[All voices are easily discernible despite the scrambling, although this may be because the speaker is shouting very loudly.]

REDBEARD HERE!

ARE YOU TIRED OF BEING NEGLECTED BY YOUR LEADERS, SO THEY CAN KNEEL AT IVONA'S FEET LIKE SO MANY DOGS? ARE YOU TIRED OF YOUR CROPS AND LIVESTOCK BEING TAKEN AWAY TO FEED THE BELLIES OF THOSE FLATULENT FOOLS AT THE CASTLE?

TO ALL THE PEOPLE WHO HAVE TILLED THE LAND WITH THEIR SWEAT AND BLOOD, I PROVIDE AN ALTERNATIVE: INSTEAD, LET US FERTILIZE THE LAND WITH THE BLOOD OF THOSE WHO WOULD HAVE US REMAIN SLAVES INSTEAD OF FREE MEN!

STARTING WITH THIS USELESS WHELP, PRINCE HUMPERDINK!

[The speaker pauses, and the sound of a young man screaming in the background can be heard.]

REMEMBER, THE ROYALS MAY SEEM UNTOUCHABLE, BUT THEY DIE LIKE ANY OTHER MAN! THERE WILL BE A FREE DEMONSTRATION IN A VILLAGE IN EREALIA NEAR YOU! ARRIVE IN THE NEXT FIVE DAYS AND YOU’LL GET A FREE SHOT AT THE PRINCE!
 
 
03 January 2010 @ 08:38 pm
[Encrypted channel]

[A man's voice comes on. Only one side of the conversation can be heard.

What? A herd of cheagles you said? How many?

...

... WHAT. WHAT DO YOU MEAN THEY DRANK EVERYTHING?

Oh damn it, the mayor is going to be furious! He's been planning for his big Long Night after party for months. Catch them! You have to catch all of them!

...

WHAT?! What do you mean you don't have enough men? They're just cheagles! Fine, fine, we'll round up everyone in the city! Reial knows those drunkards need something to do with their time. Long Night turns all 'em into fools...

[Open broadcast in all of Colvus]

[some static and a woman's voice comes on] An urgent announcement has been issued by the mayor's chief of staff. It appears that a large pack of cheagles has broken into the mayor's personal storehouse and drank much of the supply of rum for the mayor's annual Long Night festivities.

All citizens are urged to remain calm--

[A man's voice, the same as before, cuts in suddenly] ONE HUNDRED DUBLOONS! ONE HUNDRED FOR EVERY HEAD! DEAD OR ALIVE!

[the woman's voice comes back on] But, sir, it's said that they're quite sacred and to kill them is--

[The man again, a bit calmed down from his earlier outburst] Fine fine. I can't ignore the requests of a lady. Alive, if you can manage that. We'll release them later, somewhere far, far away. Just catch them!

[Broadcast cuts off]
 
 
THE SKY TIDES NPC JOURNAL
Whaaaat? Intruders?! How the devil did they find us?! My castle is invincible!

Destroy them! DESTROY THEM!

....and move the prisoners to the Machine. Quick, Sniffy! On the double! I don't want there to be anything left for their friends to find!


And when I find the traitor that led them here.....! Death will be a mercy compared to the torment he will face! He shall be an example of what happens when my loyal servants defy me!

[pauses, and the grin is audible]

Oooh. And I think I have an idea. A wonderful, terrible idea.

[cue shrill, evil laughter]
 
 
[angry, impatient -- and hushed, like he's afraid of being overheard]

How hard is it to find a giant castle?!

Listen. We'd have to go southwest to get to the closest town, and over a mountain range to get to a river. No mountains between us and the town.

Rrrgh!

[sound of something hard and metallic hitting stone]

What else do you need to know?! I can't--


You're on an airship. You can fly. Look at it from the air, and Rahki will point you to us.