video - one.

[espouses]

When my mother told me tales of magical creatures and monsters under the bed when I was a child I always thought they were just stories to teach me a lesson - you know, 'don't sleep under the bed with the dog, Marian, the monsters will get you'! I didn't think they were real, I thought she meant fleas.

[ She's lifting her shoulder, now, almost a shrug, even as she's grinning. Humour is her forte, her defence, and waking up in a place where she has to fight another war for people she barely knows, other than as a whole, as stereotypes. It's not that she minds fighting, of course, as that's what she does for a living, but she likes having a definite reason to fight. Someone was murdered, a child was kidnapped, mages were being tortured, elves enslaved - that sort of thing. She needs a little more than 'she's special'.

Because, in her mind, she isn't. ]

But here we are and here they are. We're here to help, right? ... Unless this has something to do with the looters in the Wounded Coast or that Qunari patrol, in which case... I didn't do it? Really, I promise it was an accident. Honest.

[ The little smile on her face is proof enough that it obviously wasn't an accident - but she continues, crossing her arms over her chest. Jokes and humour are all well and good, of course, but she does have a point. ]

If you've seen a dwarf without a beard, tell me. Or a scary glowing elf. Actually, if you see scary glowing anything you should definitely let me know. I'll take care of them.

video. can never really keep the wood elf out of the forest

[orcsurfing]

[ Taught by witnessing his father's trial and error with those little devices, Legolas' own attempt is a little less disjointed. It's a clear picture of him from the very beginning with a fairy accompanying him that some may already find familiar as she would return to Legolas' side time and again ever since the welcoming feast days ago. Though unlike the many times before, she does not seem as happy.

His eyebrow is cocked a notch, the corner of his lip curled subtly in an expression of bemusement that is not devoid of amusement, or simple cheerfulness. Something like this will never be a preferred method to simply speaking face to face with another, but he can see its uses and he can see how convenient it is as well: to address many all at once, without needing to gather them all in one place or hunt down each and every one personally. Exactly as his current purpose requires. ]

I am Legolas, son of Thranduil. My father's purpose with you was with regards to the fortress itself. My own is with what we may find beyond it and along the borders.

I am to set out to travel into the Great Greenwood forest to investigate our borders within a day and I am looking for volunteers to accompany me. [ Not out of necessity, for he can travel by himself just as well, if not even more efficiently being an elf, but more so out of a wish for company as well as an attempt to build trust among the many various individuals gathered, all that were to be allies. Foster a sense of cooperation, rather than alienate himself. ] Such that are capable of travelling swift and light, riding hard and handling a weapon efficiently.

It is a short notice, but preparations are all too easy thanks to our hosts.

[ He offers a smile, dark lashes lowered over bright eyes, such a contrast to the pale gold of the hair framing his face. ]

If you wish to ride with me, you may come in contact with me by the means of the lockets and I will let you know of the time and the place.

[ That is all as far as parting words go, the feed is closed with a snap of the locket. ]

1st Element ☲ Video

[actually112]

[It's helpful that so many people have been fiddling around with their lockets, and that Aang's given himself some time to try figuring the thing out. There are only three false starts before he manages to properly turn it to video.

A twelve-year-old bald boy with arrows tattooed on his head, arms, and legs sits in a lotus position. To those who would recognize it, his clothes seem similar to those of Tibetan monks.]

Is this thing on...?

[The locket's also upside-down as he works on it, his tongue sticking out with concentration, before he blinks.]

Oh! Hi!

[He puts the locket down upright and tries to look like he knows what he's doing, but the image is kind of ruined by his somewhat sheepish smile and the way he waves.]

I'm Aang! [He puts his hands in his lap, gray eyes bright and curious.] I don't really know many of you, but I'd like to! I kind of what to say something to everyone on both sides of this.

[The smile begins to fade.] In my world, there's been a war going on for a hundred years. I still don't know why it began. From what I hear, one nation attacked the others, and the others are now just trying to protect themselves. I've always wondered why that first nation attacked. [The smile's completely gone now. The eyes have lost some of their brightness.] But now... we have these lockets. So we can talk to each other, and we can find out why we're being told to fight each other.

So I came on here to ask... [He puts his palms together and closes his eyes. Just a twelve-year-old boy, trying to fulfill his duty to achieve peace and harmony.] that before we start fighting, that we talk first, and we compare what our separate sides have told us. That we try to learn about each other. I'll start.

[The boy unfolds his legs and picks up a wooden staff from the ground, using it to get to his feet and leaning on it while he speaks.] Like I said, I'm Aang. I'm an Air Nomad. That means I'm a monk, and I was taught to respect all life. [Perhaps conspicuously to those who know him, he doesn't mention his status as the Avatar. That seems like heavy stuff to tell people who don't even know what that is.] When I came here, I was told that I had to kill people who were chosen by the Unseelie to steal their Shards, and if we didn't do that, then everything I ever loved would be destroyed. They said that this is a kingdom that represents light in the world--things like honor, courage, love, justice... that kind of thing. And that the Unseelie are going to destroy all of it.

So... what about everyone else? Seelie and Unseelie? Who are you? Where are you from? Why did they tell to fight?