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EVENT #5: SOVEREIGN CITIZENS (GODSBLOOD)

Sovereign Citizens

GODSBLOOD

At the height of the Sovereign's moon, Vaeka Lovenskol's execution is announced. Outside of the City Hall, a dignitary of Achamoth is flanked by an entourage of Kenoma, reading the words of Regent from an unfurled letter: Vaeka stands accused to conspiring against the Regent and abetting the fugitive menace known as the Pleroma. Though the details are not made public, rumors spread quickly, some far more wild than the actual truth. The full truth, after all, is something only the Regent's agents and the Pleroma themselves know, and even to them the manner of her exposure is unclear.

Though losing a proud daughter of an influential family, there seems to be little that the people of Godsblood can do besides accept it. After all, they are still a city of the Regent's empire, and for all the freedom they've enjoyed, there are limits. If she was truly aiding the Pleroma, the sworn enemies of the Regent - and in an organized manner, if the rumors are to be believed - can they truly object? Or would challenging the Regent's claim simply invite more death?

As with many things, the families of Godsblood are torn. Tensions are thick for the five days leading up to Vaeka's appointed execution by hanging, with everyone having an opinion and few wanting to go on record talking about it too loudly. As such, the people's frustrations come out in other ways. Bloodites are uncharacteristically unfriendly to strangers in this time, keeping to their own and treating everyone else with overt skepticism.

Those that have arrived as part of the Regent's official envoy, or seen guarding Vaeka, will receive a particularly icy reception. No longer are the Kenoma curious wanderers on personal business. Now, they are here as the hands of the Regent; few of the Godsblood citizens are foolish enough to challenge them outright, but they are ever an honest people.

Early on, the Kenoma and the rest of the Achamite contingent sent with them will be able to take over a jail in downtown Godsblood to hold Vaeka until her execution, clearing out all other Bloodite prisoners and employees in the meantime. This means they have a relatively secure position to guard their prisoner from, which is a good thing; after all, the Regent did outright invite the Pleroma to stop them, and Pleroma are nothing if not stubborn.

EXECUTION DAY

After five agonizing days of waiting and several high visible conflicts between the Pleroma and Kenoma, finally the hour of Vaeka's execution arrives. A gallows is set outside of City Hall, ready to welcome its newest victim, and a massive crowd has gathered in an spirit of anxious anticipation. Some worry that violence may break out in the streets, even without the Pleroma's agitation, but gradually the minutes tick by and the gallows remain empty.

First one minutes passes. Then five. Then fifteen. Slowly, it becomes clear to the people of Godsblood that Vaeka will not be arriving. Are the rumors true? Has she been saved? Have the Pleroma been successful, despite all odds?

As the hours pass and the crowds disperse, Vaeka Lovenskol is not officially reported as either living or dead. Fortunately, Godsblood is a place where information has a way of getting around, whether those in charge like it or not. Some are saying that she was seen being whisked away as if by powerful magic, following a bloody fight at the jail in which she was being held. Where did she go? Maybe her supposed connections to the forest people did her good, some surmise.

The days following Vaeka's failed execution carry a strange and uncertain energy. Where before there was tension and distrust, Godsblood now finds itself in a surreal reality where the Regent's word is apparently not absolute. Then again, do they really want a repeat performance?

QUESTIONS

What is the best way for Aions to travel to Godsblood?
For Pleroma, this is very easy, as they are likely to either already live there or be able to easy take Greentruth's portal. For Kenoma, they may come directly from Achamoth by boat as part of the Regent's envoy or arrive via Eustace's portal which is set up in a shed a fairly long jaunt outside of town. Once there has been some time to get established, Misa will be setting up another portal leading straight to the prison where Vaeka is being stored.

Are the Kenoma permitted by the Regent to kill other Godsblood citizens?
Though the Kenoma are authorized to kill any Bloodites that try to physically fight them, they are expected to keep things clean. The Regent prefers to only punish the guilty, and having the lines be clear will create less of a hassle in the future. Generally, Godsblood is not in a state where physical resistance is likely to happen unprovoked.

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[ he really cannot believe abel would rather just have a conversation like this, shouting from one room to another, when rand has a perfectly good pair of legs —

but fine! fine! they're doing this. apparently. that's fine. ]

Egwene's mum would make these honeycakes, [ since after mentioning visions from venera twice in this conversation, there's no point to not mentioning egwene at this point, ] but I couldn't tell you how to make them.

[ he also doesn't trust abel near an oven, so maybe something sweet was a bad ask, actually. ]

--Honeycakes!!

[ this is shouted with the sort of vigor of one having their Eureka moment, and Abel is immediately sprinting out of the kitchen a moment later, already heading for the front door of Ernesto's humble abode. ]

Honeycakes. Honeycakes, I'm on it. --Sit here. Lay here, even, don't you get up for anything. Do you hear me? Not unless this place is on FIRE, Rand, and even then, just shout loudly and hope someone hears you. Got it?! --I'll be right back!

Abel —

[ is said with the expectation of going unheard, and probably talked over, and here we are. because he'd like to say, you don't have to go anywhere, or getting up is not going to kill me, or why are you like this?

but instead, abel is bolting for the door and like, you know, this is happening. is rand getting used to this? he kind of is. at least abel is not going to try turning on any kitchen appliances. ]

I can put out a fire — [ why is he still trying, he asks himself, ] — fine, all right, I'll be here.

Yes! --Good. Sit. Stay.

[ he pulls the door ajar, pointing a finger admonishingly and commandingly at Rand - STAY, boy. ]

I won't be long~! Rest. Eyes closed and everything, mm? --Count sheep!

[ --and then the door is slammed shut behind him with a muffled "s-- SORRY, sorry, that was louder than I--"

he's gone. and he will be gone about thirty minutes... is Rand being good in his absence?! still in bed when a certain priest makes his return...? ]

[ listen.

you know what's deathly boring? laying in bed and staring at the ceiling, even when you have things like wonder what father abel nightroad is doing to occupy your mind. and maybe, left alone without being fussed over, he can even admit that he might be looking forward to some food, and he might even be drowsy.

but he is also famously stubborn as a mule. so he does sit for some time (maybe five, ten minutes?), and then he gets bored, and then he considers that can't very well leave the sword hilt on the bed. so he sets it safely on some surface out in the living area, and maybe just double-checks that abel didn't leave any kind of havoc in the kitchen area, and if not....then....go back into the bedroom. maybe even lay down, just a little... ]

[ oh, Rand. oh, you sweet, sweet boy. oh... you sweet, sweet, foolish boy. what have you wrought...

Abel is nudging the door open at around the thirty minute mark, a paper bag underneath an arm as he pokes his head into the common area, making sure that nothing has been disturbed or, as previously mentioned, on fire. refreshing! it isn't!!! wonderful news.

so he comes in properly (much more quietly than he left) before making his way to the bedroom, and on the way

he might

spot the sword hilt sitting unobtrusively and innocently in the living room.

...a pair of footsteps approach the bedroom door much more slowly than before. heavy footfalls come closer, and then closer still. the door creaks... slowly ajar to permit the tall figure of a man to be seen, bag still clasped under his arm and old-fashioned glasses curiously catching the light just right to leave the lenses gleaming. ]

Rand.

[ Rand... al'Thor. ]

I don't suppose you sustained some sort of permanent brain injury I should know about. Just out of idle curiosity.

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[ his eyes open, and

oh no.

innocent as a lamb, ]

I'm lying down!

[ he is!! just look at him!!! ]

Oh! So am I to believe the hilt of your sword got up and walked itself onto the table out here?! MY, I had no idea what a good smithy could do these days, pardon meee~ee!

[ he is tossing the bag at Rand-- it's light, of course, so even if it lands somewhere bruised or uncomfortable, it won't elicit anything more than a gentle ouchie. just a little ow, a booboo owie, a teeny agh. ]

I warned you. I gave you ONE simple job, and here we are.

[ dragging a chair to Rand's bedside, he sits it backward so he can cross his arms over its back, settling the boy with a decidedly menacing stare. ]

Now? I'm not leaving until you've eaten, drank a good bit of water, and had a solid night's rest. No complaints. You have nothing but yourself to blame, see? This is called 'reaping what you sow.'

You can't have been serious about —

[ and there's the bag flying his way. which he catches, reflexive, as he moves to sit back up. it's warm, a part of him notes, and smells good, but mostly he's currently distracted by

you know, these wild accusations! ]

I wasn't even standing for more than a minute —

[ is not really that far off the truth, but there abel goes to grab a chair and drag it over, so clearly his protests aren't getting him very far. ]

This is called fussing, is what it is.

[ HE HAS A PERFECTLY FUNCTIONAL PAIR OF LEGS, hello??? no complaints is going decidedly ignored. but he SIGHS!!!! and turns his attention back to the bag, opening to take a look inside... ]

Fussing? Perhaps, that's one word for it. 'Babysitting' might be more apt if you ask me, considering your recent behavior.

[ Abel is really nailing this in, it seems, as he gives Rand an unimpressed look - but at least his ward hasn't tried getting up out of bed and seems to be resigned to his fate. YES, good. that's a good lad. ]

Honeycakes. Did you know there's a vendor in town who makes nothing but honeycakes, Rand? At the markets, near the lady with all the colorful dyes, closer to the dock-end.

[ and god do they smell good; there are three in the bag - Abel brought one for Ernesto to partake in later as well. ]

[ he doesn't roll his eyes or anything but like, it's tempting.

but: he shakes his head slowly, looking from the warm, sweet-smelling pastries and back to abel. ]

I didn't know that.

[ there's so much of godsblood he still hasn't seen, even after these past months. it's such a huge, bustling city, so full of people and vendors, and rand is a creature of habit. he isn't so naturally inclined to wander around looking for anything, let alone something a little reminiscent of home.

with a little breathed out sound of amusement, he pulls out the first one, holding it out for abel. one for each of them, including ernesto later, right? the most natural assumption, to him. then, ]

Do you just know everybody?

What...? No, no, hardly! It's just that I like to explore, I suppose?

[ he has spent a good chunk of his time getting a lay of the land and getting to know staples about the city; considering it had been the first place he had come after awakening in the Martyr's shrine, being hauled half-way across the continent and escaping the cavern once rejecting the Kenoma... Godsblood had been a sanctuary. it still is, even if the Regent's forces have made their way in.

Abel leans over a bit to accept his bun, and he isn't hesitating to take a rather large bite of it. and talk with his mouth full, because of course he would. ]

Are you telling me you keep yourself cooped up? Honestly, that wouldn't surprise me in the least. Don't you think it behooves you to get out and familiarize yourself with the people...? I mean, this is an entirely new world Rand! There's quite a bit here for you to see and do you might never have experienced back at home.

[ he withdraws his hand once abel takes his bun, pulls out another to bite into as abel answers. it's...sweet, as promised, soft and delicious. the flavor and texture aren't the same as mistress al'vere's honeycakes, of course, but it's still achingly close to familiar. a vendor he might really have to consider finding, later.

maybe.

he swallows before speaking, because unlike abel he was raised to have manners. ]

I get out, [ he says with the same ring of defensiveness as i can tell jokes. he mingles!! he's gone to watch sports!! don't ask how much of this was because of ernesto. ] I'm not cooped up.

[ how can he explain that horos isn't home? that all he ever wanted out of his life is back in the two rivers? egwene was the one who wanted more out of life, adventure, not him. and...there's the question of time. he chose to live in godsblood for the relative anonymity, the ability to leave quietly if he must. even without ciel's reminder, he's known he can't get close to people here. ]

It's just a city, Abel. [ godsblood. and even of horos: ] A place to live. It doesn't matter what I do or don't see.

[ he has to protect what he treasures, wasn't that it? fight and do what no one else can, right? they're at war; the regent sounds so much like the dark one; and he still has this much of his destiny. there's no point to pretending to live a life here like a normal person, and there never was. he's more clear-eyed about that than ever now. ]

[ 'it's just a city, Abel' is as clear a tell of what Rand's really meaning to say, but hadn't.

so... Abel is watching him with that telltale silence that the boy might be cluing in means he is Thinking about it, and that Thinking about it means he's probably latched on to what's remained unspoken, and thus Rand is doomed. ]

...Hey, Rand?

[ ... ]

If you were to return home -- right now. To go to sleep, wake up right back in your own bed, then... what would you do?

[ that fraught silence as he very much does not look at abel, and does keep his eyes on his pastry. and then he shakes his head. ]

I'd leave.

[ that life was lost before he ever heard the name horos. ]

I can't go back there. I couldn't even before all this.

[ what is the point, any more, to keeping this secret? to pretending anything else would be the case? ]

[ another quiet, patient silence - and the creak of the chair as Abel leans his arms further against it, the honeycake momentarily forgotten. ]

Can you tell me why?

[ he is gathering bits and broken pieces of Rand's story, and... in all honesty, the more he collects, the more he is concerned. but perhaps it is better to be direct, to rip off the bandaid if he can.

Abel knows he isn't going to be able to help, otherwise. ]

[ can he? when he told ernesto, he'd barely been able to make himself say much of the story. he'd simply channeled something instead of telling ernesto that he could, earning some disapproval. he'd run from his friends instead of letting them know this truth about him. he's just admitted that he'd run from his own father, too.

and then he feels a flicker of guilt. i've decided 'rand' is a friend of mine. and he's coming with us from here on out. even ernesto, so controlled in what he expresses, had been aghast about this information. but gentle, kind abel, who just promised support and friendship? who's so concerned about rand overexerting himself now? ]

There are people where I come from, [ he says finally, looks up to abel's serious, concerned face, and then away, ] born with the spark. It's not just that we can channel, but we must channel.

[ a lesson learned from ernesto: make it clear, at the beginning, that he can't just stop. he would use himself up for the war even if he didn't have to, in fairness, but — he does, is the thing. ]

But the Power that I draw on...that well was poisoned a long time ago. At the end of my last life. [ he'd said dragon reborn, hadn't he? ] I don't know how much time I have. But it always ends the same way. Madness, if I don't die first. I don't suppose many last long after that sets in — they're too much of a danger. It can't be afforded.

[ not in a world still reeling from the last Breaking, and not in horos either. his best hope is to be useful before he's a liability. his best hope is that he won't turn on the people he's quickly growing to care about. his best hope is that ernesto keeps his promise, or that the war gets there first.

so no, he can't go home. he can't risk having the blood of his family and friends on his hands (not again not again not again). he tried so hard not to let himself get close to people here, when he knows how it'll end. isn't it clear now, why he's so afraid of open, unconditional care? he knows for a fact that people love that way. he knows there are people who might love him that way. he knows that even if he manages to avoid hurting anyone, becoming a monster, such a thing would still end in grief. there's nothing good that comes of being around him. ]

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[ this is... a lot. a lot to absorb, and a lot more than Abel anticipated this question to unlock between them.

but he's glad that it has.

...maybe it's ironic, in a way. ironic that of all those here in Horos, this sort of subject might be broached between the two of them; Martyrs both, and those from worlds so very, very different at their base. to have common ground in the most unusual of ways... and on such an unhappy subject? what are the chances?

but Abel is not some reborn, prophetic pawn of his world. the well had not been poisoned before his birth. he is not compelled into using any 'gifts' he was given. there are differences, important distinctions to be made. he would not say he's able to understand the unique situation Rand has shouldered, nor what it feels like. all he can do is try to relate in some small way, even if Abel comes up lacking.

...in the end, he inevitably sets aside his half-eaten pastry, finding he doesn't have much of an appetite for it after all - and fixes Rand with a quietly apologetic, soft look instead. ]

I don't know that there's anything I could say that might... help, with this. Sorting through it is something you'll have to do yourself, Rand, because... just as you're the only one who can choose where you head from here, you're the only one who understands what it is to be where you are. Who you are.

[ and even if Abel might perpetually lament that this boy has been made to bear such a burden, he cannot take it from him. all he can do is stand by his side along the way, see him as far as he can go. drag him, if it comes to that. ]

...But for whatever it's worth, in my experience--

[ grief... and guilt, old. there is a dulled, muffled sensation of it trickling through their shared Legacy, through an empathy neither of them asked for. ]

The more you close yourself off from the things that anchor you to your humanity... the more you endanger the very things you seek to protect. Those connections, those... beautiful things that make your life worth living, that make the pain worth bearing-- those are the things that can save you, even from yourself. It may not mean much coming from me, but... I hope you'll keep it in the back of your mind.

[ in abel's experience —

and that's surprising. a part of him realizes he had been expecting to feel something through their bond, but not this. well-worn miseries, that make him wonder who it was that abel lost, and how, and when.

still, his head comes up as the other man goes on, eyebrows drawing together as he looks over. the advice is sound, and it makes sense, and it does mean something, it really does, but he shakes his head with a frown. ]

That's not what I'm doing.

[ that's not he sees it, at least. his attention is directed outwards, at what he doesn't want to do to other people, not what he does to himself. one matters more than the other. ]

I'm not — did you hear me? I am the danger. I am going to be the danger. [ he is past saving, isn't he? that chance vanished the moment he was born. and sometimes he remembers, in flickers, sometimes he has dreams and wakes up with his heart racing and half already forgotten. but there are impressions: the earth cracking, the blood soaking into the floor, into golden hair, dripping off his blade. and the horror, he remembers that the most clearly. ] If I hurt or killed any one of you, I'd —

[ his voice pitches to raw terror; and then he stops short, and swallows, and pulls himself back together. he's lived with this fear this long, and he'll have to for as long as he must. he really should've left when he had the chance, before

before it became impossible, as it is now. he goes on, quieter, ]

...then I really would go mad.

I hear you.

[ and he does. it is a distinction Abel has not failed to make, nor one he doesn't understand. this point is one he understands too well; it is too close to home. too personal.

...that grief - and self-loathing - is more than a mere glimmer, more than background noise, as he looks into Rand's eyes. ]

There is part of you that says you should bury yourself... literally, if not figuratively. It will not save you. If anything, the only thing you would invite is the hastening of that inevitable end.

[ ...a maddening end. one that would see him losing everything, and at his own hands.

right...? ]

If you fail yourself, you will fail them. If you don't try, if you don't let those around you anchor and support you - you will lose yourself. And whatever part of you is left to scream and howl and rage after that... all it will have is the bitter regret that you had not tried any other way than this. That you had tried to go it alone. That you didn't trust those you love, to love you in return.

There is no hole deep enough to run from it. All you can do... is fight. Alone, or together - but you must choose.

[ the truth is, he can't parse the difference between his feelings and abel's feelings right now. self-loathing isn't that old of a friend, but it's the oldest one he has in horos, the one he's held closest to his heart. and hadn't he cried his eyes out from grief maybe an hour ago? if he were more in control, maybe he'd better be able to tell which is whose, but right now it seems reasonable that he'd feel this, and this much.

he's felt scraped raw since that terrible night amos took him, but with every word abel seems to reach through his ribs and pull out another thought, or fear, he's never admitted to having and lay it out in the light of day. not cruelly, but...not gently, either. hadn't he told misa less than a day ago, i was supposed to die before i got to horos; i don't know why i didn't. (and he'd tried, hadn't he? with amos. ciel.)

(egwene had said: if it's you, i will always stand by you. no matter what happens. no matter what comes. even now, her voice ripples through their shared legacy. he'd listened to her, and then he'd left.)

what a terrible thing it is, to have a hope — no matter how dreadful — ripped away. what a terrible thing it is, to stare down the uncertainty of life. going to the eye with moiraine really had been such an easy choice by comparison.

he thinks, i'm tired. he thinks, i'm scared. and then he thinks, neither of those things matter. they haven't before. they won't now. nor does how much it hurts. of course he has to fight. in some ways, that's always been the only choice available to him.

so he closes his eyes even as they burn, and he nods. it's not a promise, but — he's hearing, too. he is. that's as much as he can do right now. ]

[ to share a Legacy with someone whose pain echoes closely with things Abel likes to believe he keeps buried under lock and key is a double-edged sword; he knows this pain helps him relate to Rand, to Dokja, to Ciel; he knows each of them has something sick inside of them. grief; pain. loss. burdens they hadn't asked for but carried all the same. compassion for others despite it that made it all the harder to keep putting one foot before the next, worried about the consequences they'd end up visiting upon those who grew close to them - but compelled to reach out all the same.

this... hurts. this hurts. to feel the ache of someone else's love through their empathic bond elicits a twist of grief and longing that takes Abel by surprise - and his expression briefly falters.

...Abel remembers the woman whose voice this belongs to. remembers a pair of star-crossed lovers exchanging affections in the hall of a building he hadn't recognized, but knew all the same from Rand's memories. and he can recognize this feeling of resignation and bitter acceptance that comes with the realization that Rand had given it up, given her up, of his own volition.

perhaps the priest's warning comes too late to avoid damaging the relationships Rand had fostered at home. maybe it's just in time to stop him from repeating history here in Horos. but... even things that have been roughed up, banged up, can be repaired. it isn't too late - here or there. it isn't too late.

he rises from the chair, slowly. ]

...You should get some rest, alright?

[ he isn't leaving, but... he can see Rand is exhausted in more ways than one. maybe it's time for some real rest. ]

[ he opens his eyes with a sudden alarm.

not that he's against resting. all earlier difficulty aside, he always was going to go back to sleep sooner or later. he isn't opposed to it now. but, irrationally, he watches abel stand, and thinks,

well, why wouldn't he leave? who wouldn't want to go, after all that, promises of friendship or no? and maybe that had been what rand had asked for, expected even, in the wake of these confessions. but...he finds, abruptly, that he doesn't want to be alone. so there's a swell of worry that seems to rise in his throat, as he says, ]

Wait —

[ --ah.

that protest stalls his footsteps before he can get far, hand still clasped over the back of the chair. but he doesn't move it, yet, and just--

hesitates, looking at Rand in momentary surprise. ]

[ ...

...this boy, is...

his expression softens, and there is a tug of something gentler than the lot that has been passing through their bond, now. it's awash with reassurance, a fondness, as Abel takes the bag with Ernesto's honeycake, takes the little paper to discard, and sets it all aside.

and then he starts nudging Rand delicately at the shoulder, goading him to lay down. ]

I promised I'd keep watch, make sure you got some half-decent rest - and I'm a man of my word! So...

[ is Rand getting tucked in like he's five?

he is absolutely getting tucked in like he's five. ]

I'm afraid you're stuck with me.

[ ...he isn't going anywhere. it's okay. ]

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