Bircalin

The tall, Elven Ranger sits in a small cove overlooking Lenfarthing with a small pipe pursed between the lips beneath his beard. Delicate amber embers flicker from the bowl at the end, igniting the herbs inside as he peers across the now-icy lake through a smoky blur. "Just when things got peaceful..." He murmurs to himself, brooding over the news.

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Go easy on the double posting, Hoodmaster. Thank ye' kindly.

The Ranger folds his sleeved arms across his moss-green coat's buttons, listening to the declaration and the responses that soon follow with a silent posture from within the crowd, making no aims to conceal himself. He quietly murmurs to himself, chortling as his thoughts run over his tongue. "Never did I think I'd stand on this side of the fence, and have the gall to agree with claims against my once-beloved nation..." Pausing momentarily, he listens once more as those around him cry out for their audience's attention and speak their minds, nodding to at least appear involved for the remainder of the scene. "Pitiful, that they refuse to acknowledge the qualms of the people they so serve... They are not twisted souls, but they haven't the hearts to come forth and rid themselves of the irrational fear against their own kin." He scowls with a staggering lip as he mutters his opinion. Finally, he lifts his voice amongst the crowd, his throat coarse from the recent winter air. "Call-out those who lead you yet fail to respond, Mali. For if they cannot face their own people, they may just as-well lay down their authority where we stand and either leave, or join us."

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I tried my best for Malinor through both Aegis and Anthos with my 'gap year' being with the Mori through Asulon. The recurring problem, from my perspective, has been the lack of a devoted playerbase. There have always been very few actual 'figureheads' throughout the Elves' time on LOTC. By that, I mean there have been few Shiftnatives, few Indelwehns, few Titanias etc. Players come and go, they rarely ever stay for long. Even with Lafthi (Archoly/Rathriel) he will come and go again for short periods of time. It was for this reason that I stayed with Malinor for as long as I did, but a few months back I ultimately decided enough is enough. I do hope there is finally a change, of course I do. But I'm no more willing to quite literally waste away my years looking after players that don't want change. I like to consider the Lumidrim my 'leaving present' - the single project I wanted up-and-running so that I may leave in confidence with its continuation. I'm glad to see that could happen, and I'm still proud of not myself but the players that had the initiative to take something good and hold onto that. Good luck, guys. But count me out from now on.

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