#fenixtj

"She can't,we finally have her laying down" It is Constance the scribe who responds. "But if you allow? I have been questioning the men as is my duty as scribe and believe I have pieced it together. I'll want to recheck, but we may have a historical chronicle of sort."

(Pause again)

She nods. "May I see it?"

She hands her notes over promptly. Her hand writing is so good!

Jessica reads....

The summary is thus, in another part of this kingdom there is a protracted war going on, battles have been going on for weeks more or less. The attacks seemed to ebb and flow like a tide. And during a more relaxed time, the squadron discovered an old ruin. THey were ordered to recon, report back what they learned-- unfortunately, before they could even get to the temple, another raid slammed into their seperated and smaller force.. THey fought the Nunnehi who were using the odd battle cry 'for the Jaguar Prince'. Jaguars are big, but the title prince is odd for the Nunnehi. The fighting withdrawl wasn't enough, and their commander used a cantrip to send them to a place of healing even as he died.

".... Jaguar Prince....." she murmurs. "Constance, we have a copy for ourselves?" Her father's habits must have rubbed off.

"Of course" she says seeming surprised it has to be asked, but then, she is of an order of trolls that records acts of troll kind

She nods; just making sure. "Dame Mitra." She says quietly, turning to the Sidhe. "Any thoughts?" she passes the papers over.

"Jaguar Prince... mmm one of the nastier of the ancient religions around here had a Jaguar god, the counter part to Quezetcoatla in fact... I forget his name. The Nunehi are less..secular than many western Kithian, but if they are bringing religion into it whole hog we have zealots using old faith as well as hatred for the new and different"

She nods. "That's what I was thinking. But.... Prince, not God."

"Perhaps denoting an heir? Sidhe aren't the only one with a divine right variation., If you count the Tuatha as divine"

"Hmph." Not a noise of agreement or disagreement; skepticism maybe. "True."

She thinks, tapping her lips. "Dame, do you know of any other instances of this battle cry being used?"

"I'm just wondering, is this a first? And if so, why? Think it was that particular ruin?"

"For the Jaguar Prince is not typical that I've heard, the Countess, as you know, has often been on the front" Mitra says "While Jaguar symbolism is big, the cries are often more of 'Death to the invaders'...various racial slurs, and sometimes 'AztekAztek our soil the blood' or something like that" She says "As for the ruin? I don't know, but I am very curious."

The troll gives her a dry look. "You? No."

"Yes, yes, it's a shock," the Eiluned says "Want me to inform some house sisters and brothers about it? They might uncover something"

Jessica thinks hard for a moment, then nods. "Yes. We have a duty to find out as much as we can and report it." She sighs.

"I'll make a few calls and emails" SHe says "In the mean time, twelve wounded trolls is going to risk the bale's strength. I might advise we post pone usual meetings and such. Court not being session might help keep down the crowds"

She nods. "What about using the Springs instead?"

"Oh they're in use" she says "But what we really need are independent healers to visit and go away" she frowns 'Someone who healtherbalms or uses the spring arts then hits the trods. I don't suppose you would want to call Rivervale for aid?"

Jessica blinks at her. "Hi, mom... could you come use your healing Arts and then leave quickly?"

"Yes, want me to make the call on your behalf instead? " She reaches for her cellphone

"No." She pats herself down. "No.... I mean, I need to call, anyway, but.... I'm not sure about drafting anyone from Rivervale."

"Ahem" Constance says "If i might suggest?"

She nods. "Sure." Then, "Must have left it in my room." Muttered.

"Why not Clem DeBuke? She is your friend, and an ally to Rivervale with a relation..." A light blush fills the scribe's cheeks as she is dating that relation "in this very hold. She is also quite competent in healing."

Jessica nods. "Sure." A frown. "What about the Countess? Might she have someone? I mean, we should let her know about this anyway."

"She might indeed," Mitra says "i'll get in touch with her excellency and you get in contact with the DeBukes. Any other orders?"

"Not for now, I think. Let's keep up the extra security, try to manage our resources to help heal people until we get whatever additional aid we can."

"By your leave then" She bows

Seeing the injured are taken care of, she heads to her room and her phone, which is charging. She dials....

Somewhere in iowa, a ringtone plays "I've got a name" by Croce

And Clem picks up on the third ring "West? What's up?"

"Hello, Clem." Fondly. "Well, I have a favor to ask but... first, how's everything there?"

"Oh crazy actually lots of changes, and I feel like I'm juggling 13 balls and wondering where 4 of them went. How's that luxury spa of a hold doing?"

"Packed pretty full. What's been changing?"

"Have to tell you about some of it in person, when we see next. The other? Well, acting up artifacts, romances, reunions, quests, and our trods got buzzed by some crazed Dougal sidhe on a mechanical griffin if you believe one of my cousins. "

"A Sidhe? Was it an attack?" Concerned.

"No, more like pilot error....why woudl anyone want a mechanical griffin when there are prefectly living chimera?" She does not get it "I mean, I like a tractor for work, but you ride a horse."

"Not many horses big enough for a troll to ride." Jessica points out. "And a Dougal would like something mechanical."

"Oh, heavy horses are still around you just have to breed and train em, nobody works for anything long term anymore. Hurumph and other grump sounds" The wilder says "Okay okay, good points. Now you've been polite asking about me and mine. What's this favor?"

"We've got quite a few wounded here, and we could use a healer." She says plainly. "I don't think anyone's in critical condition, but our Glamour's taking a hit."

"I'll pass on some chores and tasks, let the elders know where I'm going, and be there asap"

"Thank you, Clem. Can you stay a day or two? I mean, just to enjoy, see some sights?"

"Oh I wish I could, but no no, it 's real powerful temtping, but we'll talk at least and catch up. "

"We'll feed you." She promises. "Talk to you soon."

The call is done, and Jessica goes to oversee how things are going. One soldier winks at her from his healing bed, a bit saucy for a troll, "I think I've died and gone to Valhalla"

OOC Was going to call RV too, but...?