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paradisalogs2013-12-07 10:01 pm
woodking) wrote in paradisalogs2013-12-07 10:01 pm
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Deck the Halls
Who: Thranduil and you!
What: Thranduil arrives! Kissmas shenanegins likely.
When: Now
Where: Floor 3
Rating: ... kissmas shenanegins likely. PG-13 to be safe?
When Thranduil had taken a step forward and found himself somewhere entirely different from where he had intended to be, the first thing he did was stop and examine his surroundings. Behind him was an open door of fine wood, behind that was an entirely unfamiliar hallway, in front of him was a room. It was furnished richly - too much so for his tastes, especially after having spent the past several thousand years becoming accustomed to the constraints and realities of living in Mirkwood, and even longer away from those whose business was crafting luxurious items that fulfilled no other purpose; the wood-elves made many beautiful things, but rarely anything so needlessly opulent. The sheer extravagance of his surroundings was in itself off-putting. Luxury was all well and good, but this....
Half because of the room and half because he should have been in a forest, and was beginning to wonder if the creatures he had come to attempt to dissuade from disturbing his people had somehow managed to reflect his magic back at him (but he was not asleep), Thranduil had turned and walked into the hall. It was nearly as rich as the room had been, gold and rich fabrics strewn everywhere, expensive woods and stones and glass as clear as water unfolding like a painting.
This was not home. This was nowhere familiar.
Exploring further was probably a good first step.
The door behind him had, in graceful script, his name on it, which was both thought-provoking and rather disquieting. It did, however, make him decide that it was as good a place as any to set down the bowl half-full of Dorwinion wine he was still holding, from the feast which he should still have been at; he had no real desire to carry it everywhere he went. Which left nothing to do but explore.
He both did and did not fit in with the grandeur of the castle - his robes were fine enough when the source was considered, but still rougher than what he was surrounded by, and there were a few dead leaves caught near the hem. He was crowned in leaves, with flowers braided through his hair, and although beautiful gems and gold and silver were winking at his belt and collar and fingers, they were not what lent him the aura of splendor that he carried with him. It was how he held himself which turned this all into a place where he could belong.
What: Thranduil arrives! Kissmas shenanegins likely.
When: Now
Where: Floor 3
Rating: ... kissmas shenanegins likely. PG-13 to be safe?
When Thranduil had taken a step forward and found himself somewhere entirely different from where he had intended to be, the first thing he did was stop and examine his surroundings. Behind him was an open door of fine wood, behind that was an entirely unfamiliar hallway, in front of him was a room. It was furnished richly - too much so for his tastes, especially after having spent the past several thousand years becoming accustomed to the constraints and realities of living in Mirkwood, and even longer away from those whose business was crafting luxurious items that fulfilled no other purpose; the wood-elves made many beautiful things, but rarely anything so needlessly opulent. The sheer extravagance of his surroundings was in itself off-putting. Luxury was all well and good, but this....
Half because of the room and half because he should have been in a forest, and was beginning to wonder if the creatures he had come to attempt to dissuade from disturbing his people had somehow managed to reflect his magic back at him (but he was not asleep), Thranduil had turned and walked into the hall. It was nearly as rich as the room had been, gold and rich fabrics strewn everywhere, expensive woods and stones and glass as clear as water unfolding like a painting.
This was not home. This was nowhere familiar.
Exploring further was probably a good first step.
The door behind him had, in graceful script, his name on it, which was both thought-provoking and rather disquieting. It did, however, make him decide that it was as good a place as any to set down the bowl half-full of Dorwinion wine he was still holding, from the feast which he should still have been at; he had no real desire to carry it everywhere he went. Which left nothing to do but explore.
He both did and did not fit in with the grandeur of the castle - his robes were fine enough when the source was considered, but still rougher than what he was surrounded by, and there were a few dead leaves caught near the hem. He was crowned in leaves, with flowers braided through his hair, and although beautiful gems and gold and silver were winking at his belt and collar and fingers, they were not what lent him the aura of splendor that he carried with him. It was how he held himself which turned this all into a place where he could belong.
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"It is enchanted? ... why? Where are we, and why are we here?"
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"So you are new." She had expected as much. She crosses her arms, mentally preparing for the usual newbie questions. "We're in Cair Paradisa, and the reason is because it wants residents. It needs us here."
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"The castle itself wants residents? What is it? Stone and wood do have a power of their own, but I have never encountered something of this kind."
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"Yes, it does. We fuel its power, give it energy. The castle is on one hand a building, but seems to be a different breed of building from most castles. For one thing, it's more sentient than most buildings. A lot more."
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"If it desires nothing more than people to fill its halls, why cast enchantments upon the mistletoe? What does it gain?"
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"Like I mentioned before, it's looking for a reaction. A living mind needs to sustain itself and this mind's choice of sustainance is emotions. We are here to feed it, so to speak."
Dairine explains this in matter-of-fact manner. In fact, she doesn't appear to be disturbed by it at all.
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"What is the Dead Zone?"
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"Is there any proof that we will ever be returned as things stand?" If they'd been brought here for a purpose, strange that they should be allowed to leave easily no matter the circumstances.
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Dairine shifts a little before explaining further. "Well, I suppose there is no absolute proof. But people disappear from the castle as often as they arrive. And some residents have gone and come back after significant time back home. Their testimony seems proof enough that we return to our homes when people disappear from the castle."
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The explanation does not meet resistance, though it offers questions itself. Why would it let them go? "That seems an inefficient way to operate, if as you say it wishes only living beings within its walls."
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She shrugs. "I don't know, it seems rather efficient to me. It grabs more people when it needs more energy, but lets them go when keeping them take up too much. Or maybe its tastes shift, I don't know."
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"The energy used in shifting living things to other lands cannot be inconsiderate. That it has energy to spare, when it can go so far as to defy death, is a reason to be wary."
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Much to her annoyance.
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