The Start of Dialogue

[someome 2053]

Hareven sat himself on the island, peering at the Graves.

The Grave of the Falx.

The Grave of the Meldamiriel.

And at  the cup that started it.

Small Sorvians would be tending to the fallen Wargoths grave.

A simple, unassuming Marker would be balanced in Harevens hand, before he’d sit it down.

A metal eagle would await it’s orders. It was given a rolled parchment, put in a tube of steel, and it was whispered hushed commands.

And so it would fly. From the strange island in the middle, to the misty island where they laid in wait. Passing above a great many cities, it would falter and crash near Them, the tube marked with the same Runestone they marked him with.

It laid there, outside the grasp of normal men, and barely within their lands.

The automaton would sound out every so often until it was picked up, simply repeating a name.

“Ydriel”

“Ydriel”

“Ydriel”

@Xarkly

 

Spoiler

[!] The parchment would have a drawing, representing a long and complicated Chess Game that appears to have gone on far too long. Too many pieces remain for those represented lost on either side of the board.

A blue tree sat upon an archway would be on the other side, with a table and figures drawn. A single man on one, resembling Hareven. The other side a mass of misty figures and five orcs. The statement simply written.

“I wish to talk, myself alone. I have a resolution to this unfortunate dance”

(OOC: Xarklys busy with Athera events so to keep some RP rolling, here we go)

 

[OhDeerLord 673]

A druid sits in his back garden, staring at a spot in the grass where a plum tree used to sit. His thoughts wander to the Sister Grove, to the promises made. To the work his love is doing out of sight- just in case.

He stares down at his hands, clasped around a cup of long cold tea- and be it truth, the trick of the incoming twilight, or his own paranoia he imagines wisps of dark smoke about his hands. He remembers the deal they made vividly.

His fingers curl tighter around the cup, and he lets out a long breath, moving back inside.