002 / Unseelie + Seelie / (Written + Voice)

[dragmire]

[Unseelie - Written]

With regards to my fellow members of the court, I will be taking my leave of your presence and riding out from Caer Scima to patrol the borders of the Unseelie lands and to explore the country that lies beyond these walls. With me will ride Celegorm and his command of soldiers. Whether you are warriors or not, I would invite you to join us. You will have safe passage among our number.

For those who do not yet know me, I am Ganondorf of the Gerudo, King of Hyrule. I have spent my life in the mastery of sorcery, swordplay, equitation, and survival. Those who wish to learn from me are welcome to do so. Others who wish to find favor with the High Queen will find it among our number. Those who wish to repay those who raided our castle will find satisfaction.

You Companion In Arms,
Ganondorf Dragmire

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[When he speaks now to both Seelie and Unseelie, his tone is calm and measured, almost friendly. He now practices the sweet tongue he mastered when he showed friendship to the King of Hyrule. He is as polite as he is generous, but his words are punctuated with a finality that does not invite objection. There is nothing cruel about his words, but there is no kindness in them either. He is delivering the truth, as he sees it, and damned be anyone who objects to it.]

Recently, one among the Seelie was caught within Unseelie territory without explanation for his intrusion. There may be more yet trespass outside their lands. If you submit yourself to me, you will be safely escorted to your own lands. On that you have my word. But should my soldiers come across you, I cannot make promises for your continued survival. My name is Ganondorf and I advise you that you act wisely in this matter. We are at war, but that does not mean we cannot act civil in these matters.

[Afterwards, he can be found in the stables of Caer Scima, where he is resaddling his large black stallion. Those who wish to speak to him in person may go there.]

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[firith]

[ Fucking WOW. His own contained calm is a tempest locked in chains, the hardness to his tone only sporting an inquiring lilt. ]

What was the name of your captive?

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[dragmire]

I did not think to ask. Nor did it matter. I know only that he was an elf.

[A lie. He is no fool as to be drawn too deep into this strange elvish conflict. Perhaps he already was too deep. But in the end, he could only resent Celegorm not simply slaying the elf prince.]

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[chromosomes]

Your word.

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[dragmire]

The word of a king, if not a king in this land.

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[avisionofwar]

[ Celegorm's bland, blank-eyed look (which by now Ganondorf might know for contained rage, before it bubbles enough to the surface to make a made dog of him) flickers across the screen, and he dips his head. ]

My apologies. That fit of rage should have fallen upon my head, not yours. Were he not kin of mine I would cut him from gut to gullet for such offense.

What day do we mean to ride? I mean to collect another force of mercenary men, with gold and coin won in our efforts so far; perhaps to swell our ranks to three-hundred, in parts of cavalry, infantry, and pikemen 'lest you prefer a lighter, swifter force made more of light and heavy horse.

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[dragmire]

Let him fling his insults and flaunt his pride. We have little to fear from the ravings of an angry father. There is no more reason to speak of it. [He remains annoyed with Celegorm, but now he needs the elf more than ever. Damn.]

I would like to be gone by tomorrow, no later than the end of this week. Like you, I wish to bolster our ranks, and I have a taste for us to find stronger foes to battle. I would like to observe the strength of our queen's boon.

[digophelia]

I submit to no one, much less any ruler of these courts. What is the point of taking a captive, if I may ask?

[She's carrying a neutral tone. She doesn't know the whole story, but damn. It's hard not to notice that shouting. ]

[dragmire]

The High Queen has promised a great reward for those who bring a Shard taken from a Seelie shardholder. Whether you submit or not, there is much to be gained from finding favor and even you might find it a worthwhile occupation.

[Yes. The shouting. It does rather detract from his friendly gesture. If anything, he'd been trying to do damage control for Celegorm's rashness.]

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[scinlae]

A kind offer. [ too kind in her opinion. she would slay all who got in her way, she would not offer them the chance to save their lives. ] A shame your word has little standing.

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[dragmire]

For now, perhaps. In this new land, we are all forced to start anew and remake our reputations.

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[brainiest]

You expect us to believe your word when you tortured one of our kind? For what - exploring the other Court? This is insanity - why do you think it's right for us to fight, for goodness sake, when none of us even know each other?

[ You absolute freaking idiot is the bare translation. It doesn't help that she is particularly fond of the elvenkin. ]

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[dragmire]

[His tone is level, if only slightly twinged with annoyance. That damned elf.]

I do not command Caer Scima, nor do I much care for the conflict between the elves and their kin. My offer is genuine, so that others should not meet the same fate.

[ladyspitfire]

[Skeptical does not begin to cover how she feels towards the offer. But she offers up what politeness she can muster, her tone attempting to be mild, though it should not be hard for anyone to hear her uncertainty and doubt.]

Truly? And you would offer this without repayment or reward, when you have only to gain should you encounter an enemy trespassing upon your lands?

[dragmire]

I am a fair man, but not a selfless one. When I have returned someone safely, then it will be known my word holds meaning. When I do it again and again and again, my allies and my enemies will know that my words have meaning. I gain more than I lose.

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[steeledskin]

[ and so the bones are cast. the banners raised. the terms meted out as they always were. a game is beginning -- she can hear it in this stranger's words and in the words of others. even in the way her father had spoken to the seelie court, as much as she wonders whether ned stark even realized what he was doing. i mustn't doubt him so.

but this confirms it. she toys gently with the chain of her locket and thinks on what is being offered: escorts; safe passage; words. but words are wind and an escort is only a kind way of caring for a hostage. no. she will not urge ser gendry that they should find this man who makes promises and then promises to make no others. very likely they are better off alone and gambling on the chance that they might be overlooked in enemy lands.

so she snaps her locket shut. but only after making a point to remember this stranger's voice. she thought it sounded like another she'd heard, once. turns and turns ago. ]

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[gordianknots]

[It might not be seen, but Waver is giving Ganondorf's post the side eye so hard that his face might as well stay that way. He tries to make sure that his text is courteous enough though, as Ganondorf may yet be a useful ally.]

Do you really think it wise to make yourself the sole arbiter of what adds up to potential hostage situations? Or to make death implications for people that may very well not be intending to prolong this conflict they got dropped into the middle of?

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[dragmire]

[He adjusts his own lock, because this is the business of the Unseelie, but not of the other court.]

I do not savor taking credit for another man's actions. But the blame laid at my feet was playing party to the elf prince's captivity and that I did not deny, for that much was true.

But there will be no avoiding this conflict. You and others may wish to hide from it, but you and all of them are the single most valuable resources in this conflict. Before this ends, there will be people far more savage and ruthless than me and those that seek peace will be hunted like beasts. Better then that there be those in this war who will fight with some sense of honor, even if it is not the pacifism you desire.

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[nobleminded]

You seem to be buying into this war pretty easily even though you were forced into it. What about your own country?

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[dragmire]

My own realm is of utmost importance to me. The conclusion of this war is the only way to expedite my return to it.

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[runsaway]

[ Well, here's someone who appears to be higher up on the chain of command, whether by intention or not. Sam's still uncertain about the idea of being part of something like this, but at least there might be some answers. ]

Are you part of the military or guard?

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[dragmire]

Like you, I was brought to the Unseelie court against my will. But I have since been given command of a small portion of the High Queen's soldiers.

[erythristic]

I trust this invitation extends to me as well, my lord.

[dragmire]

I would be disappointed if you failed to attend, Lady Grell.

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[of_the_lake]

[This was an interesting thing to observe on part of the undecided Knight.]

[NOT HERE]

[chiabrows]

[As Lamont has a) no way to know just who this guy is and what guarantees that those who join Ganondorf's party will find favor with the High Queen, and b) no desire to leave the relative safety of Caer Scima without such a guarantee, he's just going to sit back and observe on this one.

But be sure that the Gerudo's words are duly noted.]