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[staytofight]

Who: Garrett
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Marsiva
When: Around now! A+ description.

[Garrett is not about to completely come out of the bag with the vampire thing. For one, he's spent a very hefty portion of his life hiding it — and for another, he doesn't want to be burned at a stake, barbaric and outdated and annoyingly Salem as that is (he was around for that kind of mindset long after the trials ended, and really, entertaining the idea of burning lovely women simply because they're exotic minds?)]

You know, the swimming test for witches was the the stupidest thing I've ever heard growing up. Frenzied morons would basically throw a suspected witch in a lake and if she floated, she was a witch. And if she sank like a stone, she wasn't. But what is the person if they doggy paddle in a mad panic? A witch who didn't learn to swim?

[There's a heavy humor in his voice, the kind one picks up with regards to death, to dark humor, and if there were such a thing as a verbal eyeroll, it'd be here.]

But this place! Fascinating to see so many of you open about your supernatural talents. Your unholy inhumaness, should you self-subscribe to such a dark description. As someone from such a boring, uneventful world, I'm just excited at the idea of a ghost on a roadside; no, we're pretty boring in hindsight, compared to you lot. I bet you all have some interesting tales to tell. And maybe some tails under those ugly ship-standard uniforms. Is it strange, being so open, or is that also a normality in your world?

I'm stranded aboard a ship floating through infinite space; humor me while I slowly die of boredom.

[ALSO I'M GONNA START GETTING HUNGRY????

But that is for another day to worry. His throat is only similar to human strep, at the moment.

Gross.]

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[staytofight]

Lucky you. Sometimes it's better to avoid the shadows.

[You never know who may want to bite you on the throat there, y'know?]

What sort of things does your world have? Sir... Elf?

[THEM EARS.]

[bythewaves]

Sometimes there is no choice. [ Something flicks through his eyes, there and gone, a grief and a madness, maybe ]

Mm, mostly the get of Morgoth and Sauron's experiments. [ His voice darkens, eyes flickering with a fell light - Maglor, like the rest of his kin, and more than some, perhaps, has good reason to hate both those names, and what came from their hands ] Demons in wolf form we had, and Thuringwethil wore a bat hame and drank blood, although if she sired others like her I do not know. Dragons, Morgoth bred, although the great fire-drakes of yesteryear are dead their lesser kin, both winged and not, cold and fire alike can still be found. Balrogs were his greatest lieutenants, Maiar like Sauron himself, sprits of Flame and Shadow and Dread. Orcs, and Trolls, Wargs and innumerable beasts, many with unnatural cunning, twisted mockeries of the life they were bred from.

Sauron I might almost hate more than his master, however, for he it was that tricked my nephew and forged with him the Rings of Power, that corrupted the soul. His greatest achievement, that was, and his greatest servants were the Men that he enslaved entirely, wraiths tied to his greater shadow. The Necromancer, they called him in later years, for in his time the Wights and Wraiths walked.

[staytofight]

[He whistles, his interest piquing further and further as the elf speaks.]

Incredible. So much to ask about, and so little time. Your life is certainly fraught with peril and close calls, I can already tell.

Dragons, though. Dragons! I never thought I'd hear such a thing.

Have you had your disputes with them?

[bythewaves]

[ That flickering light kindles to silver flame, Maglor's voice a low caress of hate and fury, grief and fear, old, old memories roused ]

Aye. I was there when Glaurung the Golden, Father of Dragons, first issued from the gates of Angband. We were caught unawares, for none of us had seen anything of the like before, and my people were calvary, our armor light and little protection against his venom and flame, our horses too terrified to control, almost, in the face of this new threat. We drove him back that first time, but the second he was full grown, his flame at its peak and his armor too hard to pierce, his brood too vast. They burnt my lands black, and drove us before them, and we learnt then the true fear of the Dragonspell, for Glaurung could enchant with but a glance, leaving the victim helpless.

If not for the dwarves.... ai! Brave Azhagal fell that day, for dwarven armor alone could stand the full might of Glaurung's flames without hurt to the wearer. But he wounded Galurung sore, and for that my people will honor him forever. After that war, we learnt, and Men were ever resourceful in finding new ways to slay them. Since the breaking of the world, they are few, and growing fewer.

[staytofight]

I see. Dragons meeting extinction... Suppose it's a pleasant occasion for many.

[Though, the complete and utter extinction of any creature seems saddening.]

Are you eager to see them wiped away completely?

[bythewaves]

[ Maglor's smile is feral, a memory of the fell warrior he was once ]

They drove me from my lands and slaughtered my people. I myself was injured sore. I would kill the last myself so that none would ever suffer as I did.

[staytofight]

[He smiles, teeth bright.]

Ah.

Do you suppose you'll become what you so hated?

Suppose a dragon comes to avenge their own loss?

[It's not a malicious observation — but still an observation.]

Do they feel nothing, for their own dying breed? Or are they mindless beasts?

[bythewaves]

I am already worse than they, for I am one who has killed my own kin. Death would be a kindness, but it seems he is not so fond of me.

And as to that I know not - but I have not gwars it said so.

[staytofight]

[Huh! Interesting.]

Usually people aren't so honest about their family murder.

....that was meant to be "not heard" up there orz

[bythewaves]

I am one Accursed and Dispossesed. [ Maglor says steadily, but there is pain in his eyes and voice ]

I will not hide from my sins - it... would be unfair to my victims. And... I...if the tale of my sins saves a soul, I count myself fortunate.

i was wondering why the band GWAR was brought up BAHAHA

[staytofight]

[Hey, Garrett can relate! He's damned more than likely, after all.]

... Are you looking to be reformed? Or do you accept yourself as you are?

[Totally not asking for his own reasons, no sir.]

Clearly I should not be allowed to tag late at night XD

[bythewaves]

There...is no longer any hope for me. [ he says haltingly ] By my deeds I am rightfully condemened.

I do not look for redemption, but I...hope to at least try and save others.

[ somewhere a cousin or two is inexplicably annoyed with Maglor suddenly ]

[staytofight]

Still quite a noble cause, saving others.

Most aren't cut out for it.

[He's not about to pretend he's very good at saving others.

He does alright, but it's kind of cancelled out by the feeding. A lot of feeding.]

[bythewaves]

I do not count it so - I am only... trying to make some repatriation for the hurts I have done others. If it helps someone, even the slightest bit... well. I am very selfish, I suppose.

[staytofight]

A little selfishness is never a bad thing. We are all quite selfish.

Where the danger lies is what you invest your selfishness in.

[bythewaves]

You speak with the voice of one whose wisdon is hard bought - and I think you not wrong. What of yourself? Where do you put your selfishness?

[staytofight]

A good question I've yet to really answer in my life, as of yet.

I like to think I'm fairly reasonable in my selfishness, though I fear I wander too often to commit. I've been in my share of war to earn one's freedoms, but it's a complicated beast.

[bythewaves]

It takes time, I have found, for most such things - and the answer is oft unexpected! But there is nothing wrong with wandering, I think - I do so myself, after all.

[staytofight]

How else are you supposed to expand your knowledge, if not by traveling?

It's amazing how alive each place is; so unique and different.

... Of course, the more dangerous and dark it is, the more interesting.

[bythewaves]

A wiser Man than I once said that even though the world is indeed full of peril, and in it there are many dark places; but still there is much that is fair, and though in all lands love is now mingled with grief, it grows perhaps the greater.

[staytofight]

Mm. It'd been brought to my understanding in youth that hope cannot exist without despair, and grief is but a symptom of love. Everything has its balance, doesn't it?

It stands to reason that something as ugly as the darkness allows the beautiful to stand out all the more.

[bythewaves]

Aye, I find it so as well. Perhaps it is a little sad, but it is how it is. My folk call it the Long Defeat, the fight against evil, and yet we fight it still, at every turn, for the greater sin would be to turn a blind eye.