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[Since this went down, Elric has basically been unconscious, and on the handful of occasions he's been conscious, he hasn't left his room. So he missed the port and whatnot, and oh, by the way, he also forgot to make a really important announcement before he fell over. He's finally recovered from the immense expenditure of energy that Eris's dream quest took out of him, and now he has something to tell you all...]

The lady Eris has departed the Barge, having fulfilled the terms of her graduation. I wish her well.

As I have fulfilled my bargain, I will be departing in a week's time, and I would say my farewells before I go.

[Private to Buffy]
I would speak with you before I leave.

[Private to Ardent]
I go now to meet my destiny; you may rest assured that any wrong I have done you here will be amply repaid.

[Note slid under Arthas's door.]
I will speak with you and soon, at your convenience.

[Official drop stuff to take place next Friday probably, but for now, here's your last chance to snipe at the moody albino.]

[This is text because no one, least of all Eris, needs to see how absolutely wrung out and exhausted Elric looks. This project has taken a long time to finish—longer than he expected, in fact.]

My lady, the arrangements I have made for thee are complete.

Name the day when thou dost wish to embark on this experiment.

To those who I encountered during the flood, let it be known that I bear you no ill-will for anything that passed.

[And that's all he really wants to say on the matter.]

[Private to the Admiral]
I require the following ingredients from my home world: [And here follows a list of various herbs and such from Melniboné.] I require as well a charcoal brazier and Sadric XXI's grimoire on the use of the dream-couches.

[Elric has A Plan for Eris, per discussions between Naomi and myself.]

[Private to Eris]
A question for thee, my lady.

[Private to Arthas]
I would speak with you, sir.

[This goes up on Monday, before Sylvanas goes after Elric. It's gloriously public, because this is Elric's way of saying "publish and be damned, Ardent". Elric looks like he's in a good mood. An alarmingly good mood. Because he's in that cheerfully nihilist state of mind where he just doesn't care anymore.]

I have promised to Ardent and to Neil Howie a full accounting of what passed with our librarian dwarf. And so here follows the accounting. I expect that afterwards the wardens may petition for my demotion [unspoken: as they have for others recently], or ask that I be cast off at the nearest port of call, or that my sword be destroyed. I submit myself to your [massive irony] keen judgement and discerning tempers without complaint. [Read: I don't give a fuck what you think.]

( tl;dr - I had an Ardent's soul, but my sword eated it. )

[He grins terribly at the camera. NO HE'S NOT DONE YET.]

Now, having said that—in the week since Ardent's death, there have been three attempts on my life—one by Drake Stone, one by Omega, and one by some boy who kept shouting about proving himself. I shall second Omega's entreaty: whoever is behind this [ARDENT], face me yourself, coward! Send not these unwilling puppets into my path, for I do not wish to harm them. I have had enough of this.

Aye, I begin to think I have had enough of the Barge in general.

[He sneers a little, and shuts the camera off.]

[Warden filter]
A question: who is the warden of one Vladislaus Dracula?

[Private to Eris]
And how dost thou fare in the wake of last week's events, Lady Eris?

[Gonna be a bit of a post-and-run, but wanted to toss this out while it was fresh in my head.]

Another week, another flood -- yet we are all still alive and well, are we not? Come, who's for a drink in the pub then, tonight?

Eris! How do you fare?

[High fantasy drunk-in-the-pub threads are welcome!]

[The camera switches on to a crab's-eye-view of a fairly pissed-off looking Elric, standing on the beach and looking around in all directions. He appears to be ranting at the sun overhead, but of course he's basically yelling at the Admiral.]

No sword. Not even a dagger? What sport is this, then? Aye, I can survive in such straits, but others shall not be so lucky, shall they?

By Arioch, it is well that I thought to take that new potion before I left, else matters would be dire indeed.

Eris! Eris, where art thou? Goddess though thou art, surely thou canst lend a hand in matters of shelter and water.

Where has my device gone? Ah, there it is—

[Elric's hand fills the screen and the communicator switches off. Feel free to respond to Elric's post, or to spam him up in the comments. Also? Despite the fact that he did prepare for this port by taking an extra-strong dose of strength-sustaining medicines before disembarking, by the last day of the port he's going to be in spectacularly shitty shape AGAIN, having been deprived of both his drugs and Stormbringer for three days. Someone may need to scrape him off the ground then.]

Lady Eris, it seems that I am to be thy warden. I would meet thee in person as soon as is convenient.

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