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For Barrayar mods ([personal profile] barrayarmods) wrote in [community profile] forbarrayar2017-03-04 05:33 am

[ march i log: we need medicine ]

Who: Everyone
What: New arrivals, desperate times, whispers down the hall.
When: March 1st - 18th
Where: Barrayaran camp / Cetagandan base
Warnings: TBD

Quick links:
Riverfall
Barrayar: Plague / Camp / Missions
Cetaganda: Plague / Base / Missions



welcome to barrayar.
It's the dark of night when you come to in the foothills. Snow on the ground, chill winter wind whistling -- in fact, it's dangerously cold, and all you have is the clothes on your back.. A steep mountain range towers just ahead, its peaks illuminated by the light of two moons. Whatever you last remember, it isn't how you got here, and you feel oddly jetlagged, slightly queasy.

And you're not alone. There are a few other people close by, all looking equally lost and confused. But before any of you have a chance to figure out what's going on, the soldiers arrive. There's a war on, they say, and you unlucky bastards have just been dropped right smack in the middle of it.

With March comes some relief. The first few days to a week are still bitterly, dangerously cold, but the weather starts to pick up gradually over the course of the next couple of months. It only gets barely above freezing, but after the last month, it might as well be a summer's day.

riverfall
The party last month definitely boosted morale, and certainly brought the outsiders closer to the villagers. They're noticeably friendlier toward the outsiders afterward, although they still give the exotics and their accompanying ghem soldiers the evil eye.

Given the village's covert assistance with the war effort and the fact that the Cetagandans found enough data to include the village in its regular patrols, Riverfall has become sort of a middle ground between the two sides. Coinciding visits don't happen every day, but they can provide opportunities for the two factions to secretly meet. Of course, this always carries a risk…best be sure not to be caught by either side's soldiers. Thanks to Negri, the Barrayarans roughly know the patrol schedule.

barrayar
Temperatures are still pretty low by the time March rolls around, and the first week is considerably cold, but it's steadily getting warmer as the month goes on. By the second week, it's just warm enough to start taking baths again -- and boy is there ever a queue.

On the 2nd, a small troop of soldiers arrives, led by Prince Xav Vorbarra, Olivia and Sonia's father, and Piotr's aide-de-camp Captain Ezar Vorbarra, a distant cousin of theirs. They bring with them a load of relief supplies fom Beta Colony, improving not only their food and medicine situation, but some to pass on back to the Riverfall villagers in return for their help. Anyone lurking around at night might see Ezar talking to Negri from time to time as well, and Sonia seems to be getting up to some kind of mischief where Ezar is concerned.

Prince Xav gives Piotr a very helpful tipoff -- there's a Betan biochemist waiting in the occupied district capital, Vorkosigan Vashnoi, to rendezvous with him on his way back off Barrayar. Xav can't stay long; he needs to find another way off-planet, and Doctor Micah Niadem has been laying low in Vorkosigan Vashnoi, but the risk of their presence being detected grows with every day. It may be easier and safer to smuggle them back to the camp than try to get them back off-planet for now -- and besides, their expertise in astrophysics might prove useful. But Xav hasn't yet been able to make contact through the soldiers occupying the city, so Piotr sends his own scouts.

Piotr, with Xav and Ezar as advisors, is trying to come to a decision about what to do about the Cetagandans' wormhole project. There's no telling what the Cetagandans really intend to do with the wormhole device, but disrupting or destroying their project would mean no way home for the outsiders, and…Piotr no longer feels that to be the most honorable option. That, and the idea of this technology in Cetagandan hands does them no favors. But their intelligence on the project is limited -- Byerly will prove to be a useful intelligent asset, certainly, but Piotr is looking for more informants. Any outsiders willing and able to make connections with any exotics sympathetic to the cause would certainly be appreciated by the General.

plague
Early in the month, some of the villagers begin to get sick -- it looks just like a particularly nasty cold at first. It quickly worsens and spreads to the camp, and by the 7th it is evident there is an outbreak of the Barrayaran flu, an influenza variant that has mutated over the last several centuries. Barrayarans have built up antibodies against most strains, but this is a particularly virulent strain, and with a population that has neither vaccines nor modern medicine, it can be fatal. The recent cold snap and limited food haven't exactly fortified anyone's immune systems, either, and in the first half of the month, about half the population of the village and camp come down with the flu at some point.

Although the virus isn't spreading much more quickly than your average flu, it's still a nasty infection, and the symptoms are difficult to effectively treat without proper equipment of facilities. Some of the relief supplies brought by Prince Xav include surgical masks and gloves for the people working triage to protect them from the airborne illness as much as possible. The supplies also include some analgesics and synergine, but hardly enough to go around. Fevers, aches and chills, coughing, vomiting -- they treat them with what they have once they run out of relief supplies. And for the most part, those with the flu manage to pull through and recover -- but if the flu turns to pneumonia, there's almost nothing they can do at that point. Thanks to the tireless efforts of villagers, soldiers, and some outsiders, the first half of the month sees only a 10% mortality rate between the village and the camp, resulting in only 23 influenza-related deaths.

Sonia is among the first to get sick, but she sweats it out in five days or so and manages a full recovery. Olivia, on the other hand, falls much more seriously ill. Piotr takes great care not to get sick; the camp is already incapacitated as it is.

camp
Camp morale is still buckling under the weight of crisis after crisis, but the arrival of Prince Xav and the improving weather have done a lot to lighten the mood. Xav and Ezar coordiate to distribute the relief supplies even as the flu ravages the camp and village, never a dull moment . Olivia and Sonia haven't seen their father Xav in over two years, and it's a long-overdue family reunion. Piotr welcomes the return of his friend and aide-de-camp Ezar, and Sonia seems to be getting into some kind of mischief with her cousin. And in a quiet moment here and there, Ezar can be seen talking to Negri.

By the morning of the 1st, Byerly Vorrutyer will have abruptly disappeared from camp.

Piotr is trying to keep military operations running as much as he can while half the camp tends to the sick or fall sick themselves. They'd found the traitors, yes, but Piotr's anger is far from satisfied. The food shortage had derailed their power supply strategy, and it's only further pushed back by this current crisis, so large operations are off the table. But Piotr has never underestimated the value of psychological warfare in this war. He has a few conveniently available corpses for hacking up and planting in the Cetagandan base just to shake things up a little, and anyone who can lift a sword without coughing is qualified. Xav does not approve.

missions
The medical assistance provided by the outsiders doesn't go unappreciated, nor without effect. Not every day is a success, but they manage to keep the mortality rate relatively low.

The infiltration missions to plant the severed body parts mostly go according to plan, although Lakshmi and Nash run afoul of some guards. Between the outsiders and other Barrayaran squads, they manage to plant several body parts, and in doing so, inadvertently spread the Barrayaran flu to the Cetagandans.

The outsiders scouting out Vorkosigan Vashnoi manage to stay undetected by Cetagandan soldiers, although they run into exotics on the other side. They manage to get some information about Micah's location, but very little…thankfully, Byerly passes on to Miles much more specific information the exotics were able to obtain.

Here are the unabridged mission results.

cetaganda
The snow piled up around the base starts to gradually melt over the course of the month as temperatures rise. The new wave of exotics are processed and very gently prodded like every group has been, but they've been treated with the same level of civility. The Cetagandans are generally exceedingly polite, but they are becoming a little less patient with the exotics after the recent bouts of violence and escapism.

Despite the Barrayaran flu sweeping the base, military operations must carry on. Zahal might have lost his informants in the Barrayaran camp, but he knows they've been struggling, and wants to implement some more aggressive tactics to hit them while they're down -- and more than that, the dead body parts of his own soldiers scattered around the base have had their intended effect, rattling and aggravating the ghem-General -- even more so when they realize that this was the means by which the plague spread to the base. Whatever organized strategy Zahal starts to pull together is immediately disrupted by the rapid spread of the virus through the base. With Cetagandan soldiers dropping like flies, military operations all but come to a halt on the base.

However, Cetagandan intelligence gets wind of a Barrayar-allied astrophysicist from Beta Colony, a planet renowned for its cutting-edge technological advances, particularly in the field of wormhole science; they may be able to solve some of the pieces of the puzzle. The Betan scientist is apparently hiding out in Vorkosigan Vashnoi, the capital city of the city. The virus has spread there too; Barrayarans and Cetagandans alike are facing the outbreak, although the native population seems to be faring a bit better. The Cetagandans need help bringing medical supplies, so while they're at it, the ghem-General dispatches a few teams to try and sniff out the scientist's location. Meanwhile, in the R&D labs, some of the exotics who have been promoted to lab assistant are helping the Cetagandans to make some advancements, and they're finally let in on some more details about the project.

plague
A few days into the month, some of the soldiers start to show cold-like symptoms -- and then the outbreak of Barrayaran influenza spreads rapidly throughout the base. Unlike the Barrayarans, the Cetagandans have no antibodies for this strain, and even their advanced immune systems cannot defend them against a totally new pathogen. They are infected even more quickly than the Barrayarans and their symptoms escalate rapidly as well, resulting in an alarming mortality rate. Cetagandan soldiers are falling sick left and right. Triage starts in the medbay, but they have to quarantine off another wing of the building just to make room for the rapidly growing population of infected ghem. The airborne virus is spreading through the base at an alarming speed -- save for Byerly, no one on base has ever been exposed to it. The symptoms are severe and while the Cetagandans have plenty of equipment, they have neither an antiviral nor a vaccine for the Barrayaran flu. High fever, vomiting, dehydration, respiratory and sinus problems run rampant, and though they have plenty in the way of synergine and analgesics, the Barrayaran flu quickly leads to pneumonia in most Cetagandan patients, and with their immune systems so completely unprepared, most patients with pneumonia die within 24 to 48 hours. The triage assistants are, at least, provided with surgical masks and gloves and antibacterial gel by the bucket load to protect them from the airborne illness as much as possible. By mid-month, nearly two thirds of the base has been infected.

The medical staff scrambles to put up a quarantine while also working on a vaccine for the uninfected population on the base. Byerly, being the only person on base who has ever been exposed to the Barrayaran flu, offers a blood sample -- potentially containing antibodies to this strain. Some of the Cetagandans' testing methods are a little ethically questionable, but they're trying to work fast. They're able to develop a working vaccine with a projected effectiveness of 70%.

Toward the middle of the month, Amai catches the flu and is laid low for about a week. Diya and Zahal take great care not to catch it -- Diya seems particularly absent lately.

base
Paranoia of infection hovers over the entire base, but some of the Cetagandans are concerned with another upcoming event: the arrival of the Handmaiden of the Star Crèche. What the Handmaiden of the Star Crèche actually is or does seems to be rather vague to the exotics -- she seems to play some role in genetic politics -- but it's known that she's haut, like Diya. The Cetagandans are scrambling to prepare for her arrival with considerable worry about resolving the flu epidemic before she touches down. The Cetagandans are about as close to cultural panic as they get right now. Diya received personal notice from the Handmaiden of the Star Crèche herself.

Starting on the 1st, Byerly Vorrutyer joins the exotic ranks as an undercover agent, looking not only for information but to potentially recruit exotics sympathetic to the Barrayaran cause.

Meanwhile in the labs, the Cetagandans have been letting the exotics get a little more hands-on with their research. Natasha, York and Symmetra have risen a bit in the ranks and are brought in on more specific projects. The ghem ladies are, surprisingly, now looking for volunteers to work in the gene labs too -- personnel shortage, of course.

missions
Even though a few of their own fall prey to the illness, the exotics' medical assistance does wind up being quite helpful, particularly with development of the vaccine. Meanwhile, eavesdroppers are doing their usual business and digging deep in places they shouldn't -- particularly where Amai and Diya are concerned.

The exotics that accompany the Cetagandans to Vorkosigan Vashnoi manage to stay undetected by Barrayaran soldiers, although they run into exotics on the other side. They are able to get some very detailed information about Micah's location, which Byerly passes back to the Barrayarans via Miles.

Here are the unabridged mission results.

Note: Negri and Zahal are available for threads by request only. Please hit up Madi or Ammay respectively for you want threads with either of those NPCs. You can also request a thread with Village Speaker Yakiv Gura if you want, in which case hit up Madi.
vorrutyer: (punchable eyebrow)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-03-06 02:39 am (UTC)(link)
"I'll trust your judgment."

He takes her arm, hooking elbows with her. He fixes a good, convincing smile on his face before he sets out.

"I fear I'm as new here as you are. You just arrived, correct?"
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[personal profile] moneytwin 2017-03-06 02:47 am (UTC)(link)
"I'm sure there are others with better," after all she is, as he's pointed out, fresh out of the portal (so to speak), "but don't worry, I'm sure it'll be an educational experience for the both of us."

Her tone is light, matching his own, and she leans a little into him once their arms link. Let the guards think what they like if they see them - they're not currently straying anywhere they're not supposed to be, after all.

"That's correct." Her own mouth twists a moment, before resuming its earlier smile. "Alone, save for the few escorted in with me. Not exactly what I had planned in my immediate future. What about you?"

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[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-03-06 02:57 pm (UTC)(link)
"I've actually come over from the other side," he sighs. "I got a bit tired of all the wind, and the cold, and the stink, and the eating of horse meat. Barrayarans are my native people, but - I have no real love for them, you understand."

He flicks a quick glance over at her, lightning-fast, to see if she'll be horrified or disgusted by that. It will give him a good sense of her character, how she'll react to it.
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[personal profile] moneytwin 2017-03-06 03:36 pm (UTC)(link)
There's a slight lean away, though how much of it is repulsion, and how much of it is just to get a better look at his face is unclear. Maybe it's both, maybe it's neither. But one elegant brow does lift, echoes in the twitch of an ear.

"So the life of a rebel was a little too much for you, hmm?" She lets long fingers drum against his arm thoughtfully. "I'll admit, I really don't, darling." Understand, that is. Her tone is careful, mindful not to Judge him openly. "This isn't exactly a war I understand very well as it is, but everyone has their own reasons, for fighting, or fleeing."
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[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-03-06 04:03 pm (UTC)(link)
He laughs at that. "You certainly don't sound approving," he comments wryly - but his tone is mild and unoffended. He smiles a bit, and then sighs and says, "It was far too much. Particularly fighting for a cause I have little faith in. The Barrayarans are...Well. I would be very surprised if they end up on the winning side, you understand."
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[personal profile] moneytwin 2017-03-06 05:37 pm (UTC)(link)
"Hmmm, well. Perhaps I simply have a greater fondness for the underdog." Thanks to being that for most of her life, and most especially now, with the Conclave back home.. But Byerly doesn't need to know that. Most likely wouldn't believe that. "I rather imagine you weren't expecting to find an epidemic when you wandered over, though."

Vex looks up at him demurely through long lashes, but her gaze is sharper than a mere damsel's. Then makes a show of turning her head, as though looking around at their surroundings - ah! Down this corridor, then out the double doors. That'll have them outside in no time! Tug tug! "..Was it really 'The Cause', though, or the people running it?"
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[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-03-06 06:18 pm (UTC)(link)
"Is there a difference?" He follows willingly, trusting she's not leading him into some back alleyway to murder him. Though, well, if she is, at least he'll have died in the arms of a beautiful woman, right? Or within arm's reach of a beautiful woman...

"The Cause, after all, is made up only of the people who run it. So the Barrayaran cause is brutal and violent. And the Cetagandan cause is - hm - at least more aesthetically pleasing, no?"
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[personal profile] moneytwin 2017-03-06 07:34 pm (UTC)(link)
"In underdogs, or epidemics?" Have no fear, Byerly, Vex is a ranger - albeit with some rogueish tendencies. No deaths of any sort (little or otherwise) are planned for this particular day, though she does gesture with the still sealed water bottle in her free hand. "One would at least think the former would struggle more greatly with the latter, as an example."

Brutal and violent. Her nose wrinkles slightly, before Vex hums in her throat. "That is one thing they are, I suppose. But experience has taught me that one can't always judge books by covers. ..You do still have books here, right?" She hasn't seen much in the way of paper. Lapis though had been viewing some strange flat square of metal and glass, but that didn't look much like a book to Vex.
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[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-03-06 09:46 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh, of paper?" He gives a little cant of his head. "Barrayarans have books. Cetagandans - not precisely, no." Even in his time, Barrayar still has a grand repository of old books written on real paper alongside all the holodiscs. He'll confess a certain fondness for that fusty old way of doing things.

He continues on, then, examining the path before them idly as he does. "So you doubt the Cetagandan way of life, hm? Why is that? If I might ask."
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[personal profile] moneytwin 2017-03-06 11:13 pm (UTC)(link)
"Well stone is always an option too, but that tends to be a specialty of dwarves. And unnecessarily heavy besides." Plus, she can't read dwarvish, so that'd be entirely pointless. "..Hmm. I suppose I shouldn't be surprised at yet another thing the Cetagandans do differently, even if it's all been a bit much to get used to."

Vex is much more used to a low-tech high-magic society. If it doesn't show yet - don't worry, it will eventually.

The doors ahead swing open on approach, and it's not long before they've made their way to the outside. Do they call it a courtyard for a base like this? Vex has no idea, but it's fairly empty, save for the crews manning the walls. Also, it's cold. About average in comparison to Whitestone, but chilly enough that they might want to maintain a brisk pace. Or divert to the Exotics barracks instead, if they don't return the way they came.

She pats By's arm lightly at his question, letting loose a sigh. "It is very kind of them to take us in, to put us up here at their expense. Generous, even. But at what cost?" Her head shakes then, voice lowered. "From my experience, nothing so determined to look utterly perfect on the outside ever is on the inside. You'll have to forgive me if I'd like to see the bill they plan on charging me with upfront rather than later."
vorrutyer: (punchable eyebrow)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-03-07 02:25 am (UTC)(link)
A small shrug. "Well, I can fill you in now, I suspect. The Cetagandans have a grand fascination with all things exotic. Genetic diversity and unusual genotypes are treasures to them. So...The cost is your genes, I suspect."

He takes the blast of cold as an opportunity to huddle a little closer to her. "Ah, what a chill," he says. "I don't suppose you could hold me a little tighter."
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[personal profile] moneytwin 2017-03-07 04:28 pm (UTC)(link)
"Of course. Can't have you catching a cold in the middle of this fever season." Flirty as her tone is, one gets the impression she uses familiar diminutives on most people, and Vex obligingly crowds Byerly's side on request.

As for the offer: "It'd be much appreciated, darling." Her nose wrinkles again in distaste at the word 'exotic' again, but it's not until he's done that there's a short (faintly bitter) laugh from the Half-Elf. "Then they'd be the only ones who'd ever consider it a treasure, of that I can assure you. I can't imagine what they'd do with...whatever the other thing you said is."
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[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-03-07 04:32 pm (UTC)(link)
"Ah - genetic diversity?" By smiles, actually a little charmed by the naivete. Genetics are, after all, such a relevant and pressing issue on his world, in Cetaganda, everywhere - it's actually quite interesting to find these people who might have been taken right out of the Time of Isolation, with no idea of what any of this was.

"Your genetics are - hm - the building blocks that make up you. Your blueprint, as it were - the schema that your body follows, as an artisan follows a design to make a sword or a knife. The Cetagandans are very interested in all of your uniqueness, all of your strangeness, and want to copy a bit of it for themselves." A wry little smile over at her. "And if you will forgive me, there is a bit of strangeness to you."
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[personal profile] moneytwin 2017-03-07 04:48 pm (UTC)(link)
Vex has spent much of her life being torn between two worlds that didn't care or want her. Frankly, if they'd a means to fully remove her father's blood from her, she wouldn't object at all - save that she doesn't trust them with even that.

"I see." Sort of. It does make some sense, anyway. And leaves her more concerned now about having her blood 'on file'. "Depending on where you reside in Tal'dorei, there aren't many who care to mix like that, while other cities and folk are a little less.." What's an appropriate word that isn't 'racist'? "Concerned about what you are, and care more about who you are."

"Well, you wouldn't be the first to say so~." That smile gets a wink. "From what I understand, there are only humans here in Barrayar? Exotics aside, of course."
Edited (baaaah html ate a bit) 2017-03-07 16:50 (UTC)
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[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-03-07 11:29 pm (UTC)(link)
"Well, and horses, and a few other imported Earth species," By allows. "But yes, quite so. No aliens, no magical creatures, nothing of the sort. Honestly, the closest thing our Nexus has to aliens is - well - the Cetagandans, quite frankly."

He laughs, even though it's only half a joke.

"You are not entirely human, perhaps? Or are those marvelous ears of yours simply cosmetic?"
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[personal profile] moneytwin 2017-03-08 04:25 am (UTC)(link)
"I'm here and I can't even imagine that. Though we have horses, too." It just seems so...unreal. To not have any of those things. She doesn't know what Byerly might think an alien would be - save for the Cetas, apparently - but there's plenty of magical creatures (and just plain deadly creatures) to make up for that back home.

"These are quite real, I assure you," she says dryly, head tilting to one side and dark hair falling away from one of said 'marvelous ears'. "I'm a half-elf. Apparently the only one around here." Unless her twin is present with the Barrayarans.
Edited (/next day tweak, this tag was bothering me >_> <_<) 2017-03-08 18:18 (UTC)
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[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-03-09 01:21 am (UTC)(link)
"Hah," he acknowledges, drawing back just a bit to examine that strange feature. It's admittedly the sort of body-mod he's seen occasionally - it's popular on Jackson's Whole in particular, especially amongst their performance artists - but it's still startling to see. Especially to his Barrayaran, mutation-paranoid mind. Beautiful, too, though, if he's being honest...

"And what does it mean to be an elf, precisely? That's not a term I'm familiar with in the least."
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[personal profile] moneytwin 2017-03-09 03:02 am (UTC)(link)
It is entirely natural, though her features aren't fine enough for full blooded elves, and too refined by regular human standards. His examination is met with a wink, and the turn of her eyes towards the lazy loop they're taking around the main yard. No walking the walls this day, though perhaps that will happen sooner than later.

"Elves are a race, just like humans, darling. The fairest of folk, depending on who's laughable descriptions you read." Someone's not a fan, it sounds like, most especially thanks to her half-blood state. "They're not the only ones, of course, we have quite a few different peoples, too - gnomes, halflings, dwarves." She may save Dragonborn and Tieflings for later, though.
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[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-03-09 06:34 pm (UTC)(link)
"We have terms like gnome and dwarf, too, but if you use those words you'll end up getting challenged to a duel," he says a bit dryly. Still, he thinks about that a moment. "Forgive me if this question sounds completely laughable. And do feel free to laugh in my face if so. But...Do you have magic in your world?"
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[personal profile] moneytwin 2017-03-09 06:46 pm (UTC)(link)
"I can assure you, dwarves are quite capable of dueling if they feel you've insulted them. And they'll carry that grudge for centuries." Vex's grin twists at one corner, more than aware of what her companion means.

"Well, yes, of course." Her tone is entirely serious, and she arches an eyebrow. "Not everyone has magic, and some are far stronger than others. But magic is as real as the Gods are."
Edited 2017-03-09 18:46 (UTC)
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[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-03-09 10:40 pm (UTC)(link)
"You won't find many people here who believe in either, I fear," Byerly says. He wonders if the girl is delusional. It seems...likely, to be sure. After all - magic is a fiction, the realm of fairy-tales and Baba Yaga and Ivan Tsarevich. The realm of gnomes and domovoy. But. But he'd come to believe Beth's stories, in time, of walking dead men, and that's like magic. Who is he to say what can and cannot be done?

"So what can one do by magic?"
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[personal profile] moneytwin 2017-03-11 08:20 pm (UTC)(link)
Vex has honestly wondered if she's imagining this entire affair, or if it's some sort of horrible magical prison cast by the very foe that Vox Machina were chasing. But, said foe lacked the power to keep all of her friends and family separated from her, and she's certain she'd have found a way out by now...Besides, her own imagination isn't quite this capable of creating such a strange fantasy, complete with plague.

"You're not the first to mention that, and to be honest, that's as strange to me as what I have to say sounds to you. I mean, you don't have to actively worship them, but.." Vex hesitates a moment. "They're definitely there. Albeit in the lives of some more than others."

She can at least answer the question about magics, if in the most laymans terms she can manage.

"There's quite a few kinds, naturally. Hmm, there are holy magics used by the clergy, mostly clerics or paladins called to their god's service. My friend Pike, for example, she's a cleric of Sarenrae - her magic does a lot of protection and healing, but you'd better believe that she can pull her weight in battle if required." Her smile turns a little more warm speaking of her gnomish friend, before she tips her chin up thoughtfully. "Traditional wand wavers and spellcasters are arcane practitioners - usually. Some use their own power, while others tap into outside sources. And then there are druids, who are all about nature, controlling the elements, that sort of thing. Rangers, such as myself," a wink; she's quite capable, even if the opportunity to show that off has yet to raise its head - "have some spells, cantrips, to help conceal movement, to sense certain creatures or entities, or even speak with animals if your so inclined."

"Of course, something about that wretched portal that brought me here has stripped me of anything I could use to confirm that." A pause, followed by a thoughtful look. "Or there aren't any leylines on this world. But even that shouldn't impact nature magics, just the arcane."
vorrutyer: (punchable eyebrow)

[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-03-14 02:57 am (UTC)(link)
"Alas," he responds to the lack of proof. Which - indeed, alas. That would be something grand to see, he thinks.

"Well. Do you have other skills?" He flutters his hand in a circle to take in the whole range of possibilities - all of the prospects of what she might be able to do. "Something else that a - hm - a ranger learns to do?"
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"Alas is right. I mean," she looks uncomfortable a moment, the faintest hint of distress evident in the downward turn of her mouth, "I don't have any lesser restoration spells. But were there a cleric here, or even a druid, this sweeping illness would not be so impactful." She's dead certain of it. As certain as the rising pile of the dead, in fact.

But Vex cannot change what she is, and what is not possible on Barrayar, so she concentrates instead on what she can talk about. "Hmm, well, I would have thought some of that were obvious," she drawls, canting her head slightly to look up through long lashes. "Hunting, tracking, surviving in hostile terrain far from civilization. Sneaking where you shouldn't go. Finding hidden paths. Studying animals and beasts from different regions.."

Then, a sigh. "And now I miss Trinket again."
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[personal profile] vorrutyer 2017-03-15 03:39 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'm a city boy, my dear girl," he says, lifting his eyebrows at her wryly. "Nothing about what people to do survive in the wilderness is obvious to me. The hardiest and most rustic thing I've ever done prior to this whole experience is one time I ordered my steak rare instead of medium-rare. Terrible mistake, that. I still regret it."

He gives a windy sigh, then says, "A bit of a pity for you, too. With that set of skills, you'd probably have been far happier over on the Barrayaran side. They are horribly, grotesquely rustic.

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