The Cold Shores

[Narthok 10416]

Gabriel sits on the rocking chair on his front porch rocking slowly as he watches the ships being built in the harbour. He sips his iced tea as snow falls lightly about the cabin covering the land in a blanket of the purest white. A large man with a magnificent moustache approaches him bundled in a thick woolen coat bearing a log over his shoulder. In a deep voice the large man rumbles "ai've 'eard from the lads that ye plan te stay in the winter lands, are ye really goin te be stayin, what of yer father"? Looking up from his drink the slender elf raises an eyebrow "Thoromir It's unusual for you to be so concerned about my affairs. But yes you may alert the men that I shall be remaining in Thales." He pauses and looks back over the Harbour "As for Kael I've been unable to locate him" he frowns "Leave the fools we discussed alone they shall undoubtedly fail and disband" Thoromir turns and begins to trudge through the snow towards the harbour. A tall figure emerges leaning heavily on crutches due to his crippled legs He looks down at Gabriel "You told Thoromir that we are staying?". Gabriel nods, this place is the best place for us to remain safe from genocide. In Thales we will be safe and comfortable, the Drakon's and Tundrak's blind power hunger drive them away from this snowy paradise". He shrugs closing his eyes and resting his now empty cup on the arm of the table. "Finally we will be safe he mutters quietly".

[Markus Wander 4]

As Lenden sat atop the mainsail, adjusting the rigging, he took a moment to look around at the forest of masts about him. There was the Uruk's ship, and Oren's. There was Alras, there were the halflings. He went up and down the bay noting each banner he saw, but one was missing. There was no ship for the snow elves. Lenden hadn't paid much attention to what had happened between Haelun'or and the snow elves. He had been much too busy with his new home among the Mali'ker. He was glad he had left Celia'Fenn. If he hadn't, he'd never have found his new family! But all the same, he wondered what became of his old friend Gabe. He hoped he was alright. Maybe as they were sailing towards the new land, he'd spot another mast far off behind, from a ship that had been built in secret in some cove or other away from the hateful eyes of the other elves. He didn't dwell on it for too long. He had a lot of work to do, and it was cold so high above the deck, bright with fires and friends below. He had a home now, and Gabe played a part in getting him there. Lenden hoped that whether in Thales, or the new land, his Mali'fenn friends would find a home as warm as his. 

[Rig 17580]

Sparticus Tundrak II hears the news and does a little dance. "Finally, the High Elf is dead."

 

 

Arayon Drakon hears the news and joins Sparticus in a dance "That filthy impure high elf is dead! That picture is very accurate, he does have red eyes!"

[

[[Nice thinly veiled OOC opinion. Nice trolling. All I have to say, is you both are prime examples of why people don't want to be nice to the Snelves. For pete's sake, keep your OOC out of your RP and stop acting childish, we're here to play, not insult each other. I normally would ignore, but this is just immaturity at it's finest.]]

Airaion lowers his head in prayer if he would hear of this, leaving words to his patron to allow the Mali'fenn peace and bliss, should the few of them who wish to stay stay. 

 

[Birdwhisperer 1174]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.