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Not all of us who have been brought here are built for war. But that does not mean we lack battles to fight. We are needed on another front.

I have been tasked [ by Sir Lancelot] to garner goodwill between those of us who have shards and the shardless. Since our arrival, the moods of many have soured... [ Her lips press together in a grim expression.] To say the least. And we hope that we change that with good works or charity as some would call it.

I would have your suggestions or your help with mine, if you would give it.

firith

[ Mirkwood was always a land of assimilated cultures, both forming a cohesive whole. The unification of a number of Elven clans in the Drabwurld is no different and they march as one force under their Sinda king, clans merging like frail twigs wrapped into a durable, strong bundle. They balance each other well, artisans and crafters — and warriors. Thranduil is armoured in silver, as is his preference, while the army riding normal horses behind him (only two-hundred or so, a small cadre that poses more of a show of intent and force than numbers yet as capable as twice as many mortals) is decked in gold-like metals ~~that are nothing near as soft~~. He himself is atop Gelefn, his war-unicorn who is likewise clad in armour that extends right over a vicious-looking, metal-tipped horn.

The use of Sindarin by a Laethanian Aelf says a lot, even if you can't understand the brief exchange that passes once the locket is flicked open. ]

I dass carnen, Taidron? [ An assent from the captain who serves under Legolas, and Thranduil nods dismissively. ] Agorel vae, a si nadath nâ i moe cerich. Gwaem hodo ennas! Boe ammen veriad lîn, andelu i ven.

[ Jerking his chin in a direction to the meadows ahead of the northern forest-eaves of Breagha, the second-in-command rides off to direct the troops where they might rest awhile. Thranduil glances back to the locket. The tromping of hooves remains constant in the background, picking up as sections veer off to set up camp for a few hours in strategic positions. ]

Legolas and I shall arrive at the plains of the Cathraon within days. [ Gelefn snorts a hot cloud in the winter air, the view shifting as Thranduil keeps his tempestuous steed steady with one hand about the reins. ] If you are a vampiric Seelie Shardbearer, steer clear. You may be slain on sight.

[ The Elves under Thranduil's rule haven't taken kindly to a war being waged on them in particular by the vampires that have launched attacks on them here and there, and are heading north to join Ridire's camp to sort this matter out once and for all. Off snaps the locket as another call draws the Elvenking's attention. ]

( ooc: a log for cathraon-based shenanigans will be tossed up in a few days! c: )

knightscode

[ Lancelot is doing a remarkable impression of someone attempting to look calm and competent. He's getting better at it, although the faint lines of tension and stress are likely visible to anyone looking for them. His surroundings, what can be seen of them, look as if they might be a study of sorts. ]

For those of you I have yet to meet, my name is Lancelot. I hold the rank of Field Marshal here in Caer Glaem. I have no doubt those of you newer to this land have plenty of questions, and if you have patience enough I will do my best to answer them.

As it stands, I have seen plenty of people offering training. I thought it worth emphasising that the training yard here in Caer Glaem is open to anyone of any skill who wishes to either help train another to defend themselves or improve their skill. You may have never held a weapon, may be considered the best in your own land. Either way, I am quite certain you will have something to learn and teach both, and we will find what is best suited.

When all of you were brought here it was because of something inside you, what they call a shard. A chip or piece of a gemstone of great power that found its way to your world. It carries power you can use, and some of us -- myself included -- have been taught how to do such a thing. I will gladly teach anyone who wishes to learn. It is better to be taught than to use it by accident, I think, as such things can be explosive.

Likewise, there is always plenty to be done around Caer Glaem that is not combative. If any of you wish to volunteer your skills, or to be pointed somewhere you might be of use, we will find you something. No skill is useless, no person lacking worth. A city cannot be manned by soldiers alone, it takes more than that to keep it running.

[ ... Is that it? Yes, he thinks he has run out of things to say. Lancelot inclines his head a little, offers a small smile. ]

Thank you for your time.

[ OOCly; A log if you wish to find him, train with him, fight with him, or just mingle in the training yard with someone else! Lancelot can also give out quests, he has q few open still but I can also create new ones to suit if you have an idea. If you need your character to be pushed into something for the war effort, or are unsure how to involve them, you are welcome to let me know and I will try to think of a way to recruit them! ]

burping

[ as the video flickers on, you can see a lovely, pale woman, poking at the screen as if she's trying to get the thing to work and her eyes widen when she realizes that the device is, in fact, working. despite the flush to her cheeks, her expression turns more diplomatic a moment later.]

Faeries and imps, what a wonder. I never thought them to be real, only the thing of storybooks and to keep children from wandering the forest. [ her smile turns wry for a moment as she glances off camera towards the fairy in her room.

there's a pause in her speech as she murmurs a soft word of thanks to said fairy who brought her to her rooms] I suppose I ought to accept that I am no where near Nemeth or Camelot. However if there are any from my home, if you could step forward and make yourself known... I am Princess Mithian of Nemeth and I wish to find a way to send a message to my kingdom, if it is at all possible. [ you can catch so much more with honey.] I fear there will be a rather desperate search party sent out, if I do not return soon.

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