Caroline Forbes (
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wildestlogs2021-12-02 07:22 am
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In Which Caroline Organizes a Town Hall
Who: Everyone
What: Caroline holds court and everyone hashes it out over how to organize.
Where: The Heartstone.
When: After the leadership post on the network.
Warnings/Notes: Conversations may get intense due to the baggage characters are bringing to any conversation about authority, particularly structural authority. Threadhopping is encouraged; my notifs are off and you can treat this like a network post, just with face-to-face interaction. The mods reserve the right to shut down threads or the post entirely if it gets out of hand.
Caroline and Stacia have, by now, made little portable deer-hide cushions for every person they've counted up in the camp, all fifty three. It's taken them a while, and in the meantime, Stacia was on the mirror network announcing her candidacy for leadership, and Caroline was in the background making little tutting and tch noises. This is why she doesn't do the internet.
Finally, she gets her own mirror out and makes an announcement, then arranges the little cushions for everyone in a wide, multi-tiered circle, staggered so everyone has a view towards the center, all at perfect fifteen degree angles to the one next to them. She sets six little campfires to ensure everything's well-lit. And she folds her arms and she waits.
What: Caroline holds court and everyone hashes it out over how to organize.
Where: The Heartstone.
When: After the leadership post on the network.
Warnings/Notes: Conversations may get intense due to the baggage characters are bringing to any conversation about authority, particularly structural authority. Threadhopping is encouraged; my notifs are off and you can treat this like a network post, just with face-to-face interaction. The mods reserve the right to shut down threads or the post entirely if it gets out of hand.
Caroline and Stacia have, by now, made little portable deer-hide cushions for every person they've counted up in the camp, all fifty three. It's taken them a while, and in the meantime, Stacia was on the mirror network announcing her candidacy for leadership, and Caroline was in the background making little tutting and tch noises. This is why she doesn't do the internet.
Finally, she gets her own mirror out and makes an announcement, then arranges the little cushions for everyone in a wide, multi-tiered circle, staggered so everyone has a view towards the center, all at perfect fifteen degree angles to the one next to them. She sets six little campfires to ensure everything's well-lit. And she folds her arms and she waits.

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[need you've never brought that up]
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[She's currently having to try to convince Alloran of her unwillingness to turn people into puppets while being unable to say she's unable or uninterested. Need does not say how much marginal space she has or what she can do with half-truths and deliberately adjusted connotations.]
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:I did not:. Is this some part of your vows?:
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[Look out, the old lady's complaining about people doing religion wrong. And not explaining. She wants to see if he'll work it out.]
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[he'll play along]
:Possible. Or - :
[a horrifying thought occurs]
:No:
[he reviews their interactions, quickly, with a mental sensation not unlike flipping through a rolodex, not that he knows what one of those are.]
:Hellfire:
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[As it dawns on him Need laughs in his head. Not cruelly - well, maybe there’s a shade of malice - but the strength of his reaction feeds the faint, easy amusement she feels so much of the time. She borrows a second of someone else’s sight to see if it showed on his face.]
:I said something stronger when I found out. No, it’s not possible to lie convincingly in Mindspeech. Listen - I’m actually a sixteen year old prodigy.:
[The words come through without issue but the connotations are weird and wrong. She may have been a prodigy with a sword at sixteen, she doesn’t remember, but there’s no other sense that that statement could be true. Rather that it’s closer to a joke than an attempted deception.
She’s also deliberately showing more of those connotations and letting them linger for longer than she normally might. If one can outright lie in Mindspeech it’s in one or two words on a topic the speaker might be expected to be conflicted about, and is still difficult.]
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:Well - I suppose I can be thankful it didn't occur to me to try and lie to you: [this is so embarrassing, how did he not notice]
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She considers and doles out a pearl of information. :I can lie in other ways. If I chose, and I had more of my magic available, I could create sounds and speech out in the physical world. I think I used to more often, once. Some people can’t hear me Mindspeak at all.:
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[Like her, or a Companion. Heralds who can't hear their Companions talk are quite uncommon.]
:It may actually be that rather than lacking Mindspeech in a straightforwards manner someone who can't hear it at all has some kind of block or anti-Gift, but they can be read like anyone else. Hard to say.:
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[He might get more people coming up to talk. She'll notice in time to pause and wait it out, but she knows that can be annoying.]
:...Well, looks like I've been spared by the dyheli. 'For now', hah, and I'm not to talk to him again.:
[unsaid: whether she messed with Alloran's memory of the encounter or decided he was too much of an alien to risk that. Raist doesn't need to know she can alter memories.]
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[That observation is as approving as a smile.]
:And I suppose my fears were unfounded. Old proverb, older than I am: better to prepare and look foolish than not to prepare and look dead.:
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[She knows her name is just one of those words that appears in different forms in most languages - that's part of the point of a lyke-name, she's been called hundreds of words that mean need - but it's still amusing hearing it unexpectedly.]
:As to your question, there are multiple Gifts often regarded as magic. Exactly how many depends who you ask, they're lumped together or split apart sometimes and there is overlap and interconnection. The three most generally recognized categories are Mind Magic, Healing, and True Magic. Mind Magic is purely mental and takes no tools or rituals. Healing takes the energy from one person and greatly influences the natural healing processes of a body; knowing how it's put together helps to guide it, but it's not necessary. True Magic, the closest to what you understand as magic, can duplicate some of the effects of the other kinds, but it's much more difficult and not as subtle.:
[Not that she uses tools or rituals or special words in her magic. At high levels, in Velgarth, those are obsolete.]
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We don't have anything like what you describe as mind magic. There are techniques that can replicate some aspects, but they're spells and rituals of High Sorcery. Possibly a true cleric, if any existed, could do similar.:
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[Need herself is a very good mage-healer but not a Healer.]
:Hmm. Our gods as a whole haven't had such a heavy hand in what humans and our creations do with our different forms of magic since before my time. Religions restrict and meddle and claim the gods feel this way and that, and there are some straggler and upstart gods who do, but overall they've long agreed to let us set our own course and interfere in only limited ways.:
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[it always sounded a bit like a protection racket, to him, but given that he's fond of his own goddess, he generally keeps that to himself]
:I'm not sure I understand what you're saying. Are the clerics of your world not granted divine powers?:
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[There's flakes of memory here, too fast to really track. The clearest involves Kethry with a shattered spine, bleeding into the snow as Tarma weeps and pleads and holds her limp hands around Need's hilt.]
:They aren't. When a god gives me power to heal someone, it's the same as the power I take from ley lines or people. Priests who are mages learn spells particular to a god's followers, perhaps. Divine magic is different in degree from human magic, but not in kind. Urtho proved that it's within human capacity to create a new species from nothing, even, I'll give him that. Or it was.:
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[Raistlin is being wry]
:Or so I was taught. Divine magic is different in kind, because of the nature of the gods. A mortal imposing their will on the world as mages do is fundamentally an unnatural thing, tolerated only because the gods of magic speak for us in the divine courts, and govern us accordingly. Mortals are part of the world, not set above it as gods are. Gods are of the world and yet not, part and apart, and it is in their fundamental nature to be what they are. Mortal magicians, on the other hand, choose their natures. It's the difference between actually being a storm, and merely being able to blow as hard as one.:
[that's what they taught him, anyway]
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[Some images of gryphons and tervardi. ...It's probably a good thing that Urtho didn't become a lich.]
:I understand that it's different for you, but that seems uncomfortably separate to my perspective. For me, magic is a byproduct of life. Living things generate it the way wood generates heat and light as it's consumed by fire. Some of those living things can sense it, and if they can sense it, they can use it. Our gods, the greater ones anyway, only judge us for so much.:
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