Open Accidental/Deliberate Post to EVERYONE 29th

[bythewaves]

The sound that tears from the lockets early in the morning of the twenty-ninth is inhuman. Keening, jagged and sharp-edged as a sword, it turns blood in veins to ice and freezes the very stars in the sky. It is grief and loss and utter despair. And it is hatred too, old and deep and as dangerous as any slumbering volcano when it wakes. It is unforgettable, and it forces you to close your ears to it lest it destroy your heart.

The video that accompanies it is obviously taken by a fairy, and the scene is one of devastation, Maglor crumpled over a golden-haired form. One thing immediately obvious is that this, despite the war banners flying and the armored soldiers, was no death in battle - the area around them is too clear, the placements too precise - this was an execution.

"Turko, Turko, no no no! Not again, no, please, not again!"



(ooc: so... Mags is obviously not replying to this. Link will take you to the battle log and Mags' speech, rather than me write it out twice ahaha. There is also a log going up for after where Mags can be reached... sorta. Will might answer this if you ping it, or you can just react. People Mags knows well might get his fairy, but don't expect much sense out of it either)

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private voice a week and two days later

[bythewaves]

[ Maglor's voice is distant, empty and cold - he retreats behind the mask of the Prince, of the High King, and already his heart's return begins to tell on him, but to none outside of his kin will he show this weakness ]

Her life is mine.

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[dragmire]

[He has not forgotten in the time that passed, but he had given up on expecting an answer. He expected to find out when the remainder of the Unseelie forces returned. Even now, the elf offers him nothing.]

Grant me her name and I shall let you have that privilege when I have finished with her. Otherwise, I will take it for myself.

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[bythewaves]

[ A considering pause ]

Her life, her death. Her joys and her sorrows. Her pain and her healing. As weregild I claim them. Her name is Clarisse La Rue.

[ Literally he claims her life ]

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[dragmire]

Then let her be cursed, so that she might fear to ever leave the walls of Caer Glaem. For if she does, I will use all at my disposal to see her on her knees.

[He will let Maglor take her life. Ganondorf has a strong respect for those who need vengeance. But the shard will be his.]

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[bythewaves]

[ A quiet bow ]

May it be as you have said.

[ Oh, Maglor has no intention of killing her. Oh no no - that's far too quick and easy. He has other plans. If she likes War so much, then Maglor plans to be aggressively peaceful at her. Let her choke on his mercy, let her stew and have no target for her rage. ]