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THE LAST HOMELY HOUSE ※ RIVENDELL ※ LOG 2
THE LAST HOMELY HOUSE
The group is told to take a week of rest in the Last Homely House as the injured and sick among them heal. The Elves promise them that at the end of that week, there will be a great Council, with representatives of several peoples in attendance.
Until then, they can wander the peaceful halls of Rivendell, which are filled with travelers from all over the Wilderlands who are making a rest stop while they travel through the lands of Middle-Earth.
The most notable part of Rivendell is the Hall of Fire, a great feast hall where people can eat, drink, and be merry. This is the great social hall of Rivendell, where the Elves and their visitors share news of lands far beyond, tell stories, or perform music. The music here almost sounds divine, especially when the Elves sing and play, but they're just as eager to hear songs from other lands, so if any of the squad decide to share, they'll be glad to listen.
Some of the hall's guests are a touch more lively than the others, like a party of dwarves staying at Rivendell. Their stories are a mite more adventurous and if you get in their good graces, they might be willing to share some of the beer they brought with them. Listening to their stories or their talk about their craftmanship is a way to get into their good graces.
The Elves love learning, so there are libraries the group is allowed to browse, though they mostly only contain tales of Middle-Earth (for now), though the Elves seem to be collecting what books about other lands they can. These libraries often have viewing stations with telescopes pointing at the sky. The Elves have been almost delighted by the changing skies, enjoying the challenge of trying to understand how the sky has been knitting itself together with the addition of new worlds.
There are also beautiful balconies here, overlooking the gorge and the waters below, and terraced gardens filled with flowers, bushes, and flowering trees. Their rooms are open to the outdoors and have beds that seem grown into the shape of bed-frames instead of carved. The bathrooms actually have running water. The Elves have figured out how to direct the clean running waters of the gorge in primitive indoor plumbing. Water for hot baths has to be heated first in brass cauldrons over coal braziers before getting dumped into the bath.
It's time for the squad to rest, eat, and regroup. If a great Council is going to be called involving them, it might be a good idea to make sure they go into it as a united front, lest decisions about their fate be made for them.
✦ Joint log: Since this camp period won't be particularly long, everything will take place in a joint log. Players can post starters with prompts for others and tag into other players' prompts.
✦ Post in actionspam format. Plots and mod-run events in the game are meant to be in actionspam format to keep a brisk pace.
✦ Cursed Weapons/Powers: So they know about how they'll be treated: those with cursed weapons and dark powers will be tolerated by the Elves after entry. While they'll get the same general treatment, the Elves around them may at times seem uncomfortable. Those with cursed weapons will only be distrusted a little, as the weapons themselves will seem more suspicious than their bearers. Those with dark powers or some kind of dark nature (such as being a vampire, Necromancer mage, werewolf, etc.) will be treated with the greatest distrust.
✦ Fairy Swaps: The Elves may be slightly alarmed by the Brugh fairy swaps but get over it easily. However, if the character swapped in is one of the "dark" characters, the swap might be extra cause for alarm. (A potential prompt idea).
✦ Npcing: There will be two npc threads. The "Random Encounters" thread is for characters to have a totally random encounter with an npc. These npcs will be fellow travelers from lands beyond. While they can't give much information about the group's status as Chosen Ones (that will happen during the Council) they can provide info about events in the Wilderlands beyond that may come to affect the squad in their travels. The "Specific Requests" thread will be for more specific issues your character might want to discuss with the Elves. While they'll push any Chosen Ones discussion off to the Council, they're willing to discuss issues with the characters, like if they have questions about having received magic, about being bound to their weapons, etc. The Rivendell Elves have heard a lot of gossip from all over and can potentially provide info based on things they've heard.
✦ Clothes: The group will not yet be fully equipped for their travels (that will happen upon leaving) but everyone will at least be given new clothes since theirs are dirty and sometimes torn. Characters without appropriate travel footwear will also be given light and sturdy boots that will somehow be in their size without their size being asked. They'll also be given basic toiletries like scissors that can be used to cut hair and beards. There are no razors, however, because the Elves don't need to shave so they don't keep them on hand.
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[Her voice sounded strong and certain, resonating from somewhere deep. Somewhere strange. Not drawing on her power, but preparing to if need be.]
If you take even a single more step towards me, I shall shred your mind.
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Honestly, you'd think those two would get along, considering how xenophobic they both are--oh, damn. At her completely understandable misreading of the situation, Revan switches from a lope to a flat-out sprint and comes tearing into the the library, half expecting to have to pull them off one of the elves...but there's no one else there, no third mind hidden under the noise of the pair's emotions, just Loken looming over Mita, both with balled fists, glaring at each other and ready to commit murder.]
What is going on here?
[In the moment, it doesn't even occur to Revan that they might not think they're accountable to her.]
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I was about to deal with a traitor. Of the sort I told you about previously. [ He turns locking eyes with Mita. }
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And I was about to defend myself from a hypocritical dog of the Imperium. [she says without looking away, head held high.] Traitor? I can hardly be a traitor when I was betrayed first.
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No one is getting "dealt with." I've spoken with Mita at length. She's uncorrupted.
[Emotionally damaged, sure, but untainted by anything but normal personality defects.]
Enough people are trying to kill us that I'd prefer we didn't do their job for them.
[Though the problem seems to be that Garviel and Mita don't think there's an "us" where the other is concerned. Ready to intervene, Revan stays alert for the shift in their emotions that would mean her presence hasn't damped down the flames enough.]
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For your sake, I shall stop [ For the moment, at least. He's furious, and seething. Like Mita just ripped open a barely healed wound in him, to Revan. ]
There is corruption and then there is corruption. You don't have to sell your souls to the Dark powers to turn your back on the Imperial truth.
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[Mita's fist is still clenched tight, but the echo to her voice recedes. Her pride is soothed by the fact that Revan chastised Loken first, but her desire for confrontation still burns bright. And she's always been a bit reckless when it comes to matters such as this. So, cue bad, spiteful, rotten decision:]
Your Primarch was right to seek to slay the Emperor.
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[And then Mita does her level best to get killed anyway. Revan immediately steps between the two in case Loken's respect for her proves unequal to his anger, looking at Mita with mingled exasperation and compassion.]
Stop. This won't get you what you want.
[Intentionally kicking people in their sore spots: neither a light side action nor a good way to be accepted by the group.]
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Unhand me!
[A whisper of a razor knife of thought flies through the air, splitting a path into Loken's being. While it just barely avoids Revan by a hair's breadth, she is unfortunately not as powerful as she once thought she was capable of. Instead of utterly destroying the pathways in his brain and leaving him an empty imbecile, it merely gives him an enormously nauseating migraine. Not quite the intended outcome.]
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There is no emotion, there is peace.
[It's muttered, clearly a mantra or part of a litany, and just generally a better choice to vocalize than what Revan's thinking as the storm clouds roll across her mind. When she addresses the others, it's with the clear enunciation and taut control of a person who is biting back something much harsher.]
Garviel, are you all right? Mita, did I mention you could expect your powers to be weakened here?
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What? But that should have -
[But she realizes it was maybe a better idea not to describe what she had really intended when her target was still alive and pretty much on top of her, still within neck snapping distance.]
No, no. He must have psychic protections. I can't be - dulled!
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Sorry. [She's not sorry.] But it's true.
[Revan stays between the two, because she doesn't trust either of them to let it go, even now.]
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Do not think you will get another chance at this.
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[She snaps, enjoying the sight of blood on his face without guilt. Her anger rises at being called weakened and her hand twitches, as if wanting to prove him wrong. But a mental glance at Revan nips that thought in the bud. She's certain she wouldn't allow it, but why she even got between them is a mystery to her.]
Is that so? Then perhaps I should finish the job now.
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No one. Is. Getting. Killed.
[She's not sure she could fend off a mental attack from Mita, but no hint of that uncertainty shows. Revan merely looks like she's ready and willing to flatten someone if given an excuse. Which she is, don't get her wrong. It just wouldn't be as unfair a fight as she'd prefer.]