eachdraidh

[ Sif is not bothering with trying to mask the marks of grief on her face, the shine of unshed tears in her eyes and the dark circles underneath them. She is tired, and there is little sense in pretending as if she has not been touched by recent events.

When she speaks her voice is flat and a little huskier than usual, but her words are uttered calmly and without hesitation. ]

I know not what friends he made in this place, but he always had a particular gift for making people think well of him so I suspect it was no different here, and so in case he is missed by some of you I must inform you that Thor Odinson is no longer in this realm. I know not why it could not hold him but... he is gone.

[ And what does that even mean? Is he dead? Is he back home? Is he stuck somewhere in limbo?

And what is she supposed to do? Hold a funeral? Some sort of ceremony to honor his memory?

She sighs, finding that there really is no more that she wishes to say even if some part of her thinks that perhaps she should. ]

That is all.

orcsurfing

[ A video, again, from the resident chatterbox, though this time he will attempt to be more... ah, concise in his words. It's a delicate matter, after all, and he needs to be careful.

There's little reason to smile, all things considered, and so he doesn't, though his expression remains gentle and with visible concern to every line of it. ]

There are two that I seek. Two elves that do not bear shards, but that have been in my service nevertheless.

[ They are one and the same, but with appearances different and names also different. And so he skirts around the subject of Celegorm, though there are some that will know no matter how he poses his questions, how he gives the descriptions. ]

One of the name Andrion, with hair black as the night and sun-kissed skin, his face fair, his features soft, his attitude earnest and merry though wary of strangers all the same. Naruthir, a pup barely grown into adulthood now, was his constant companion.

The other is of hair fair, cut short at the nape, sharp featured and imposingly tall and broad in the way of a fine warrior. What name he would give a stranger, I cannot tell you, but he is a hunter through and through, a wolf trapped in the body of an elf.

[ His pulse quickens, though it does not show outwardly, and Legolas gives a small smile, the perfect cover for some nerves. ]

I would welcome any information on their whereabouts- [ A pause, weighed with little hope- ] or on their fates; and of course I could reward for it, should you desire so.

[ Done with his request, he snaps the locket shut before his features twist in pain, from the way the scar on his chest flares up with a dull ache of memory. ]

bythewaves

[ When the video starts it is to a burst of laughter and calls for 'More!' - this is a tavern, somewhere in Cothromach, perhaps, considering the number of dwarves visible.

There is a minstrel seated by the fire, silver harp in his lap, and he swigs back a drink that has obviously just been passed to him in reward for his last song to roars of approval. The silver eight-rayed-star on his cloak may be familiar, although his features are curiously a little blurred, as if hard to hold on to in the flickering light. But his voice now - his voice is probably very familiar to some. ]

Well now good sirs, another is it? And what would you have of me? Joy or sorrow, war or peace?

Sing us something to get us laughing, boyo!

[ He bows in thought and then smiles ]

( Ah, then, this one perhaps might suit, considering recent events, eh? )

[ ooc: with thanks to Waver-mun & Kaldur-mun, who wrote this. And yes, Mags is going tavern to tavern and singing this ]

Current Mood: amused

waterbearer

[ The message is broadcast twice, from two separate lockets. The background is a small inn near Daonna, Waver is in the forefront, while Kaldur has maps spread out across a table, and is quietly casting on the maps and making frantic annotations. ]

Good evening. As many of you have heard by now, much has been made about the threat of Reynard the Fox at Redgate. Doubtlessly, you’ve also noticed that since that announcement no other word has come out of the fortress. This is, to say the least, very alarming.

[ Kaldur looks up, briefly, to face the camera. ]

I am attempting to scry for the locations of individuals known to be at Redgate or near Redgate at this time, in light of the threat Reynard poses, in hopes that more information can be found.

If they have already engaged Reynard, and are trying to fight him, hopefully, we will be able to find out.

Until then, or until we have direct information from Saralegui himself, I would like to ask that everyone who is intending to lend aid to Redgate gather in Daonna. This gives us all an opportunity to group up, prepare, plan, and present a united front if things are as bad as they seem right now. Whenever we have word, we can act together. If you are en route, come to Daonna. If you are already up the mountains, please return.

I realize that I have no authority to enforce this, but I do ask that you heavily consider this option before forging on ahead.

[ In the background, Kaldur looks as though he is about to curse, and pulls Waver’s attention towards what he has found briefly, before setting at it again, and speaking towards the feed. ]

I also urge those who are heading to Redgate to gather with us, until we gain more information and can adequately prepare for what we will be faced with.

Thank you kindly for your time. If you have any further information on the situation, both Kaldur and myself would appreciate it being shared.

fiercestwarrior

( Cut for violence and death )

fiercestwarrior

[ Sif doesn't really use her locket too terribly often, but these past few days spent digging up old bones and transporting them back to the crypt of Caer Glaem has made her somewhat philosophical, especially since she has a promise to keep and she is very much a woman of her word.

Her chief helper in the task of transporting bones can be seen as well, since she decided to record this message on a whim just as she was dismounting her cleg. The big animal seems to have decided that she is a worthy enough mistress, since it is rubbing its great head against her arm with enough force that even the sturdy Asgardian has to brace herself a bit against it. ]

Stop that, my friend.

[ There is a somewhat uncommon softness in her tone as she gently shoves the cleg's head away from her before addressing the network. ]

I was tasked by Black Shuck with honoring the plains of Cathraon after the revels of Samhain were over and done with, to mark the sorrow of those lands and to pay it homage. I have been carrying bones from unmarked graves to a final resting place for days now, since it is his will that we do so, but I am uncertain if that is enough to see my oath fulfilled. It is up to me to decide how this should be done, but if you would be willing to share with me how you would do such a thing I would gladly listen. I know many among you belong to peoples strongly connected to the land you walk upon.

[ She's friends with elves after all. The cleg tries to get her attention again, and she smiles a little while she turns away briefly to again make it stop pestering her. ]

On a less somber note I would also ask if any of you ladies in this world know of a way to avoid getting with child should one desire to take a lover. I am unfamiliar with the methods of this realm.

[ Asgardian bluntness strikes again. ]

Thank you, and a good day to you all.

firith

[ Thranduil hasn't vanished off the face of the Drabwurld again, contrary to popular belief, despite keeping his head down since Samhain. Ensconced in the Caer Glaem library pulling up certificates, maps, and all the other ridiculous paraphernalia required for a legalised contact to take place, he flicks on the locket from his desk in a corner of the vast halls, surrounded by stacks. There he sits sipping a goblet of the last keg of leftover Dorwinion ~~which is currently under strict guard in the cellars (looking at you Samhain revellers)~~. On the table are scrolls and books, all of which have been tidied, while in front of him lies a black leather-bound folder, ostensibly containing the point of the broadcast. ]

The High-King and I have come to an arrangement. In exchange for fair recompense, I have bought the rights to the woodlands south of the forest river and west of the Hidden Falls, within a crux of the mountain-range, to be easily identified on any common map. [ It's not quite as simple as that, of course, but he'll save everyone the pointless politicking. That, and he doesn't want to bring up Celegorm's shard in public; it would be bad taste. ] Aelfen and Elven tribes alike will be travelling to Caer Glaem over the next week or so to replenish their supplies, tools and gold, well within their rights to do so, before continuing on to their new homeland. Please show these former refugees every kindness.

[ As dapper as he looks, he clearly doesn't intend to faff about chatting idly about inanities; someone wants a nice long sleep. ]

If you have business in what will be renamed the Maechenibryth, come the turn of the winter season, or have done in the past which you wish to pursue in the future, you may bring the matter to myself, Thranduil, or to my son, Legolas, who will pass it on accordingly. There is much yet to do and I have little enough time to spare.

[ Sipping his wine, he shuts off the locket. ]

( ooc: if you'd like to continue anything from samhain just pop me a pm and i'll get on it, otherwise i'll take this opportunity to declare tag amnesty on that front as it broke my inbox and burned me out, sobs. tagging will generally be slow until after the weekend because of work. ty for waiting! )

knightscode

As some of you are aware, there was a fire in Caer Glaem's library. An intruder was in the buidling.

As it stands, we as shardholders are the strongest thing our court has to defend itself. If the shardholders of the other court come to us the footsoldiers will be cut down all too easily -- a shardholder is worth 30 or so of the other soldiers.

If we are to defend Caer Glaem therefore we must help in not just leaving her to pursue alliances and fight enemies, but by the stationing of guards. We must keep track of who enters and leaves our city, be vigilant against agents of Morla scouting us out or attacks against us. As you may already be aware myself and Sir Grimm are holding training all through this month for anyone who wishes to learn, but this will require people good at keeping records too.

If anyone is interested in this effort please contact myself or Lady Gwenllian. Thank you for your time.

stillhope

[There's some hesitation at first, unsure if the locket is working, but with a small sound from the imp beside her, she adjusts. The image is no longer one of the stars and boughs of the trees overhead but resting on the face of a weary elf. A weight had been lifted off of her with her arrival, though the chill still remained - seeming to radiate from within.]

Mae govannen [(Well met)], these creatures informed me I am in the Drabwurld just beyond the Unseelie castle. They do not seem to be able to tell me how I might return home. It is imperative that I do not linger here, my father will worry.

[Among others, though he would be first to notice her absence. It could be a terrible distraction from the war, causing worry when it was unnecessary - even cause a horrible loss. That could not happen - no on her account.]

Goheno nin [(Forgive me)], but I must return to Imladris at once. You seem to have powerful enough magic to bring me to your world, surely it could not be such a hardship to return me home. Thank you for any assistance you can provide.

[And with that the locket closes, uneasy eyes searching the forests for an unseen danger - far too accustomed to things like orcs roaming in the night. The sooner she could be returned home, the better.]

chromosomes

[ Having left Redgate on horseback with a promise to return when he can, John hadn't really had a plan. The war has become a hard thing to swallow, having seen the devastation the dragon had more or less accidentally done to the village. He'd given the funds Kaldur had sent to Alyosha, presented in front of all as a donation to help with restorations, and he hopes it helps. More than that, he hopes that being away from there makes it a bit safer.

If nothing else, the birds seem to have followed him, chirping and squawking all the way along the road to Daonna's fairy ring. His horse hadn't been particularly pleased about it, and it isn't too pleased now, either, in the camp John's made for the night. He's in the wilderness, close to the edge of Loch Noa, and it's sunset -- John isn't particularly sure whether or not he wants to see if the stories about a ghost girl and her dog are true, but he had to stop somewhere.

There are long strands of fur left on his shirt and he plucks them off. They appear white, but are actually transparent -- polar bear fur. A hint of blue can, likewise, be seen behind him. He's been collecting feathers, and using them. ]

Anyone else looking for the feather thief? If you're in the area, my camp's open.

locked to the krew + legolas + clara + arya;
You all doing okay?

fiercestwarrior

[ The video shows a young woman, her face framed by slightly wavy hair the color of rich soil. Unseen is the weight of many centuries that lie upon her strong shoulders, and would make her ancient rather than young in the eyes of some.

Her large, hazel eyes are sharp as those of a bird of prey as she fixes them upon her locket. ]

I am Lady Sif of Asgard, my allegiance is to my king and my home, and much as the rulers of this court seem to wish it, that will not change simply because they imagine themselves to have some manner of claim on me.

Do not think me craven, I have no fear of battle, but I will not seek it out merely because a stranger tells me that it is my duty.

So I put the question to you now, my fellow recruits: Why do you fight?

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