eachdraidh

[ Grief, as deep as the sea, as endless as the sky. Pain, like sheeting ice, in the voice that speaks... and for those with ears to hear, a tiny, quiet envy and relief. ]

For those who knew them, the list of those freed from this world now includes the Lady Galadriel and her husband, the Lord Celeborn, their daughter, the Lady Celebrian, the Lady Idril, and Maedhros my brother. Also, the Lady Sif, who counted us as family in lieu of those left in her own world.

Their things are with me, but they left no letters behind.

paidto

[ The first thing seen is a face peering down into the locket. It's not so much a curious one, as it is annoyed, considering Jake's intolerance for new technology and having to figure it out, and the fact that he's quickly come to miss the old one that he'd retrieved from the facility in China. These lockets, this new tech, this new world... It would take some getting used to, and Jake had to wonder how long that would take him.

Sure, he's pretty good at assimilating to new conditions, considering all the movement he would have to do during his time as a mercenary, and then being on the run from the Ustanak and its crazy controllers, but there's a difference between getting used to a new place in a familiar world, and getting used to a new place and a new world at the same time. Good as he may be at fitting in to these new places, there are limits for everyone, and it seems that Jake has found his in the form of imps, worlds and a war he didn't ask to be a part of. ]

My name's Jake, if any of you have to know that. I'm here to kick some ass and then head back home—

[ Or get his own ass kicked, which he doubts will happen, considering his own confidence. Whichever one happens first. Jake scowls into the camera, unimpressed by his own thoughts. ]

I'm not interested in the semantics of this war, or who killed who and why retribution is necessary or whatever. So long as I get to fight, get paid and get out of here, then that's all that matters to me. The rest of it, everything else — I really don't give a shit.

[ Let it not be said that he's not to the point. It's not as though he's going to hold his thoughts back or act delicately in the fear of insulting some new people. It's all about being as brusque as usual, keeping his head mid-level and fighting his way out of here, if that's what it takes to go back to his semi-normal life. It shouldn't be too hard, he considers. Most of his life has been spent fighting, so what's a few more how ever longs going to do to interfere with the usual run? (A lot, but he tries not to think about that. It'll just cause more anger over this stupid situation he's found himself in.) ]

Just, y'know, don't be a dick, and I'm sure we'll be able to get along just fine.

seidhe

[ The elf is found amongst the trees, so high as to be consumed by the foliage. He sits with a lap full of arrows to be fletched ( as well as one more important arrow set a part from the rest, feathers weather worn ) and scowl upon his lips. This is the first he as appeared in such a manner, and he does not do so with a smile and warm words. ]

Watching you all scurry around preparing for war is much watching ants; curious for a moment but boring swiftly after. [ Ants so easily crushed, decimated. Mindless drones in service of a queen, ha. ] Glosse, que bloed raenn aig a' cuislean dhe weddin. They will bleed you dry and the fault shall lay with you for letting them.

[ Single eye looks away from the locket, hands busying with his self appointed task. ]

I wonder, once the smoke has cleared which among the swine shall climb on top the pile of corpses and proclaim 'I win.'

[ Such a happy fellow, aint he? Ah, but before ending he picks up the separate arrow and holds it for the locket to record. ]

Your arrow, Elvenking. [ Inside joke, none of you will get it. ]

gracedprince

[Po's sitting quietly at a table, dagger in hand and the tip sitting against the wood as he idly turns it. Liam is in wolf form nearby, laying beside a fire where it's most comfortable for him at the moment but never far from Po. His mismatched eyes seem focused on the dagger, they're at least directed towards it but it's his locket he speaks to, carefully propped against a small pile of books.]

How many people among us can say that they can fight?

[He lets that question hang.]

Now how many of you could fight blind?

Winter is on us and that, where I come from, can mean some very erratic weather. At least there we had the benefit of Graceling that could predict such weather and we'd know. We don't have that here. So what do we do if we find ourselves in battle but snowfall makes it hard to see, stings at your eyes? Retreat?

Granted, I doubt we may end up needing to fight a great deal if the weather turns to harsh. It's a skill that may save you though, during any season. And I'd be glad to train others in how to fight if you can't see.

Katsa and I have done it plenty of times. She will help. [Sorry not sorry, Katsa, for volunteering you.]

wallhanging

[ The script is clear and practical. ]

As my boon a few months back I got a special product from back home I'd be happy to share with those of a more... recreational, mind-altering persuasion. Back where I come from we call it Glitterstim. It's clean-cut, good product. Activates easy, the transition is a smooth high, and can even give a mild telepathic boost.

Haven't run into a species it doesn't work on yet.

[ There is a line. ]

Serious interest only. If you don't know how these things go down, you aren't for this.

Bulk-purchase for resale options available.

[ And that ends it. ]

undividing

[ when the video begins, there's a woman peering into it. she's a contrast to her brother-- all pale gold and ivory, soft and a little ethereal. she hesitates a brief moment, then sits back, folding her hands lightly together in her lap. ]

Good day. My apologies for not introducing myself before now. I have been.. recovering. [ from what, well, it's not something she's sharing. she offers a small smile, though, entire face seeming to brighten with it. ] I believe my brother has already made quite an impression, though, so perhaps it's time. My name is Nuala, twin to Prince Nuada and daughter of King Balor of Clan Bethmoora. Our people have long been called elves, and it is with that thought in mind that--in particular--I wish to hail our otherworld kin. [ her smile widens faintly, and she has to duck her head for a moment, fingertips coming to her lips as if a little overwhelmed. she takes a breath, then, and lifts her chin again. ]

I beg your pardon. I am simply.. very glad. .. Which is not to say that I am not equally glad to meet those of other races, mortal and otherwise.

[ she presses her fingertips together in her lap, glancing down at them briefly as she considers what else she wants to say. ]

If I might also inquire.. is there a need for healers? I typically work with the land, but.. it feels relatively healthy here. The bodies of people, then-- though I must confess that my strength is not currently what it was. [ a brief pause, then a polite bow of her head. ] Thank you for your time. [ and the feed ends. ]

folklorish

[ The feed flickers on, displaying an elf seated in one of the more comfortable seats that the library of Caer Glaem has to offer. Nuada is garbed in his customary black, pale hair hanging loosely over his shoulders, and stares straight at the locket. ]

Good day, gentlefolk. I seek the fell beast known as Greenleaf. If you are near the environs of Caer Glaem, my lord, I can be found in the library. I would like to meet you.

[ And now that the invitation (or challenge, depending on point of view) is out of the way: ]

I also seek stories, or information, from those who may share their worlds with my kind. My name is Nuada Silverlance, son of King Balor, of the Clan Bethmoora. Some of my people - our gods - fled from home many years ago, and I have long searched for their location.

Therefore, if anyone would like to share their legends, I would be a most appreciative audience.

[ The feed shuts off a moment later. ]

lusiphur

[It hasn't been very long since his last attempt at communication, but this time he actually has something a little more worthwhile. A few questions, and the first one is perhaps an unusual one.

Lusiphur's location is unclear because the background of the video is mostly just darkness. He's wearing a black bandana on his head so that it covers his long elf ears. It's not an attempt to hide his identity other than he doesn't want to obscure any valid responses to his question.]

Do the words Elen sila lumenn' omentievlo mean anything to anyone who's listening?

[He met an Elf at the feast soon after his arrival who said he had family here. Time to seek them out... and hey, his pronunciation of the phrase is actually pretty good.]

( CLOSED )

greenies

[ thomas has not been a common presence on the network since his arrival to the drabwurld; gaining the ability to talk telepathically with the people who've been close to him have made it fairly easy for him to communicate without it. but this time, thomas addresses the network at large, although only with a (perhaps semi-familiar) voice.

he sounds uneasy. tired. ]

Do any of you have nightmares? How do you deal with them?

[ it's a stab at anonymity, mostly because he doesn't want to show his face, but the storms currently raging over head have not made his life any easier. thomas sleeps fitfully, twenty minutes at a time, wakes up screaming. no one's going to see his face as an effect of that. eventually, he tacks on a soft--]

Thanks. [ --and the line goes dead. ]

huntedby

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[Vanessa appears to be near the woods, if the foliage behind her head is any indication. There is a small bit of her red coat showing, the buttons on it done up, as well as those on the neck of her dress. Her hair is piled on top of her head, as best as she could manage, without the proper tools.

She looks thoughtful. There is an air about of her calculation underneath the ease. For when she speaks, she does her best to speak carefully. As a Victorian of a certain status, it comes naturally, but the other bits of herself she hides...the care there is more affected. It has to be.]

This may be a strange question to some of you, but I was wondering if any of you know of any local worshiping sites for Christians. I am a [There is a pause, a hesitation] lapsed Catholic, but at times even I find it necessary to seek out a house of God. [For reasons that are her own.]

If there is not one, I am curious to know if any of you do practice, and where you do so.

[She has her cross, still, but she is worried to truly pray at it, again. She worries that the spiders will show again, to show she has not escaped her demons here.]

Thank you.

[Locked to Unseelie]

After spending some time in the forest, during this stag hunt, it has become abundantly clear that as intelligent and well mannered as I may be, I have no skills when it comes to hunting, or enacting violence with blade or powder.

[She has never needed that; she has always hired those she needs. Or relied on Sembene. She is of Victorian times--perhaps learning to shoot a rifle during fox hunts would have been acceptable, but her family was never one for such events.

She is no Sir Malcolm. While her steps trail with blood, it is not by violence of her own hand.]

I would like to learn, if one of you would be willing to teach me. I have no desire to become a burden on others, nor do I wish to stay on the side lines, when it appears there is so much to be done.

borntorebel

[Pissed would be an understatement for what it is that Leia Organa currently feels. But, a lifetime of training and lack of visible irritants leaves her at least looking calm. She's been here long enough to have watched the goings-on through the strange little lockets and her quiet observations to get a feel for the place, mostly. And she feels confident enough to address the other residents of the strange world.]

I would like to thank our hosts for the lovely accommodations and food. Also, the change of clothes left in the closet of my new room fit perfectly.

[If sarcasm was an Olympic sport, Leia would win gold every time.]

However, the minor detail of being taken against my will to fight in a war I understand nothing about against others in a similar situation as myself hardly sits well with me. And from what I can tell from my observations, many others feel the same way. Sitting here and berating the rulers of both courts seems like a true waste of time, and so does demanding that I be returned to my own world, despite what important things I am needed for.

If you think that I will just lay down and accept this as a permanent situation, you are sadly mistaken. I won't fight for your cause because you think I must. I will fight against this form of...slavery with every drop of blood in my body.

To those like-minded, know that I will ally with you, no matter what "court" you happen to be a member of at present.

lusiphur

[No video, not yet. Too incoherently angry, and it's clear in his voice.]

I don't know whose idea of a fucking joke this is, but thanks for pulling me out of a gladiatorial death match so I can fight in some foreign war. I'm sure Mogré-Ür will think this is a hoot when I get back. If I get back.

[he feigns an apologetic voice] Sorry, sorcerer sir. The kid died or got turned in a Troll WMD because some fairies needed me in another dimension for a while. You know how it is.

[a pause and some unintelligible grumbling]

Crow, this blows. I was just starting to like that kid, too...

So, I hope whoever's listening is paying a pretty penny for this inconvenience. I don't do this stuff for free. Never have and never will.

asafp

Fuck me.

[That's it that's the post.

If you're not a member of the Seelie court, that is. After another moment -- or a few -- the audio and the lock switch on.]

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