AUGUST RIFTER ARRIVAL

[faderifting]

WHO: New rifters, rescuers, and anyone else
WHAT: New arrivals are collected and transported to Kirkwall
WHEN: Mid-August
WHERE: Southern Tevinter, then the Gallows
NOTES: This log contains prompts for the ARRIVAL and RECOVERY of new rifters, which are closed to new rifters and to the characters involved in the catacombs escape/rescue team in the Tevinter plot. It also contains a new QUARANTINE prompt that is open to everyone.

Comments

[laurenande]

She takes the seat across from him, as he asks his next question. The smile it prompts in her is immediate but she subdues it. It would not do for her amusement to be taken poorly, nor for him to think it was at his expense.

"I cannot say I have met an elf of Night, though I am given to the night myself," Galadriel replies as she settles her hands on the table, folding them before her with idle grace. "Few men know of Lorien, fewer still have seen it, and we are a great distance from Arda, here.

"My lands are the golden woods, the elvenhome, and I miss them dearly. I know not of Stormwind, but that is less strange for me. The countries of men often arise and fall without my noticing."

[lil_lion]

"Indeed," he nods. Although it had become common place to see Elven champions he still marveled that even the youngest to take up arms and join his cause had seen the sundering of the world, known the great empires of the past and witnessed their downfall. "Stormwind itself had been destroyed in the reign of my grandfather Llane, when the Orcish Horde first invaded Azeroth and was rebuilt in the reign of my father. I had hoped to establish peace but... that seems a distant dream, especially now."

He is silent for a long moment, looking ahead of him with a strangely stiff and fixed expression. They had called her 'Finel.' It meant "the Last" in their language. The last Night Elf, a child brought back from the brink of death, to survive the burning of Teldrassil.

[laurenande]

"Peace with Orcish hordes is a noble goal...if exceedingly difficult to achieve," Galadriel replies gently and her smile settles into an expression of polite apology. It had not been her intent to draw painful memories with her conversation and the destruction of one's homeland surely qualified as painful, did it not?

"If nothing else, I am glad to know that your father has rebuilt your kingdom and that you now rein it. Kings who seek peace are rare; rarer still are those that accomplish it."

She pauses a moment and glances down to the book he is holding.

"Do you wish to learn these characters? To read the words of the common tongue of Thedas?"

[lil_lion]

Anduin makes no attempt to conceal his eagerness. "That I would, lady Galadriel! I am finding it so difficult to ground myself without the support of the knowledge accumulated by research of others, as I am so used to..." In fact, Anduin is constantly reminded that he spent more time reading than focusing on developing his martial skill- not that he had much aptitude for it. Mostly, he feels it was a fair trade, but his advisors and other leaders of the Alliance would disagree...

[laurenande]

Galadriel smiles, charmed by his enthusiasm, and gestures to the book in his hand, silently requesting he pass it to her.

"When first I arrived, I taught myself to read this tome. I made a book detailing how it works...though sadly it is in the language of my people," she says and her expression takes on a note of apology. "It will do you little good, I fear, but I can instruct you on these characters and their sounds.

"It is a simple matter from there."