[ The feed comes on to show Arthur pallid and out of breath, sweat gleaming across his brow - from exertion or pain or possibly both. The beginnings of daylight are creeping across the horizon behind him, which is the only reason he's found time to broadcast this message. They're safe, for now. ]

If there are any that would stand beside me and my men -

[ He winces, pain again, but also for future pain of Buffy and her brash attitude. ]

- the term used loosely in this instance to refer to my allies - if there are any that would stand with us, the assistance would be appreciated and well honoured. Particularly those intent on remaining alive for more than a few hours' time without murdering each other or otherwise finding themselves dead.

[ All the disdain. He's looking at you, Team Free Will. There are no motivational speeches this time around. Arthur is fatigued and possibly bleeding out. He breathes deep; perhaps just something small - ]

Rest now while light is upon us. Tend to your wounds and the wounded, and call upon one of us should you find yourself incapable of either. Perhaps most importantly, do not lose sight of your friends' faces, lest you lose yourself within a darkness greater than the night.

The Sun is always laying in wait for the morn, Asgard. We will see these dark hours through.

[ He closes his eyes, exhales harshly. ]

Oh, and Merlin, if you could happen to find yourself upon me, a dear friend seems to have misplaced a knife in my stomach. I know you've never been on time once in your life, but do put in an effort this time, won't you?

[ ooc; feel free to threadjack around this post, and there is a semi-open log here if you'd like to pop around there! Alternatively, if you'd like to hop around the official event logs Alan-mun put up with us, just give us a heads up and we can try to swing all over the place like the madmen we are. :') ]

Let's hope the one responsible for those monsters is gone for good.

[ There is a distinct amount of distance in her voice. She speaks quietly, as if she isn't entirely focused. What happened was traumatic for her. She was forced to do something she didn't want to do - again - and it's left her thinking far too much about the life from whence she came. ]

But if that isn't the case, how many of you know how to protect yourselves from monsters? Do you fight, or do you hide?

( privated to everyone BUT rue. )

( privated to peeta. )

[Perhaps it's not best to ask, but, in a way, Regina has gone out on a limb to do this on purpose. Dressed in a white robe and stepping back into a perfect clearing in the park, passing a bubbling cauldron, ironically. She has left out a strip of cloth for certain things. At least three times, she carries what could be dried herbs or leaves, even tree bark. Passing a tree, she sniffs it.

But more importantly, she's managed to make an altar. It's easier when a druid and bard are present. Her methods are old world and Regina's been practicing this for nearly twenty years.

In the soil she draws "\|/".]

Invocation. Awen.

With something smokey in a bowl, she holds it in front of her, her face hidden by the white robes.]

Before battle or feasts, we recite incantations. They've been nearly lost for almost 300 hundred years, nearly erased by Roman rule. Under countless shifts of power in Cymru. An offering. To Lugus, the god of light. Perhaps he will listen, to me, his humble servant. If he sees to it in his infinite wisdom. And may the souls of the fallen find their way to the Otherworld. Or not.

[She takes in a breath, going into deep thought, clearing her head, to listen nothing more than the silence the park provides. In a deep tone, she bows her head down towards the altar and speaks-]

I beseech the very divine, the divine Maponos Avernatis
By means of this offering.

Quicken us, those by the magic of the underworld spirits!

Lucios, Floros Nigrinos the invoker,
Aemilios Paterinos, Claudios Legitumos, Caelios Pelignos,
Claudios Pelignos, Marcios Victorinos, Asiaticos son of Aedillos.
And it is the destiny of the Victor to which they shall be destined!

the center when he sows it,
Shall be whole,
I right the wrong blindly!

By Lugus I prepare them.
By Lugus I prepare them.
By Lugus I prepare them.

By the light!

[ooc; fun fact: this is an actual invocation from the Chamalières Tablet invoking the god Lugus and Manponos. If you want to hear the actual invocation, Eluveitie did it on one of their albums, which, by the way, has several incantations from Gaulish tablets.]