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[breakin_ur_lore]

[The video begins as a view of the inside of a bag. The device must have been turned on by accident...or by faerie shenanigan, of course. Fortunately the bag is set down only a few moments later, allowing everyone watching to peer over the top at the inside of the Temple. A young man is leaving the pack on a bench, cloaked and holding a distinctive

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[[ Video ]]

[sunwell_eyes]

...An orc?

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[breakin_ur_lore]

[The screen turns back on to show a continually surprised Thing. He looks shocked to have a tiny blood elf in a box, and is moving his hands away from it. Just in case he...accidentally touches Tiny Elf.]

I...who are you?

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[sunwell_eyes]

[He tilts his head a little, studying Med'an curiously before answering.]

Another captive, same as yourself. The buzzbox is a nice convienent way of communicating.

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[breakin_ur_lore]

A captive? Of who?

[After a moment's hesitation, he picks the box up, still a little perplexed by it.]

A....buzzbox. [pause.] Where are you?

[Audio]

[aknightmustrise]

Another newcomer?

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[breakin_ur_lore]

[Thing looks very confused now. He stares at the communicator, then looks around. Someone's not from a techno age.]

What's going on? Where am I?

[Audio]

[aknightmustrise]

It's all right, you're in a place called Demeleier. I will explain what I can but first - [Suzaku tries to calm the - thing? - as he looks at him. He can't see from the small picture if he's wearing his crown or not]

Is there a crown of twigs nearby? Or on your head?

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[breakin_ur_lore]

Demeleier? What's....a crown of twigs? [sob so confusing. He stares at the screen for a moment, then cautiously puts it down and starts to look around. He comes back after a bit of shuffling with the crown in his hands.]

Is it...this?

[Video]

[darrynmiquiztli]

[He's got nothing much better to do while recovering than to play Sunshine welcome wagon.] Hey, and sadly, welcome to Demeleier. You've kind of been kidnapped here by some omnipresent beings called 'fair folk' and are stuck here, along with the rest of us.

This thing you're playing with is the communicator that all of us here use to keep in touch. So... want to use it to ask me any questions?

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[breakin_ur_lore]

[Another face...! Med'an takes a minute to look over the buttons and functions of the device. He's never seen something like this before, and he's completely flabbergasted at his current situation, but he'll learn fast.

Kidnapped by "fair folk"? At least it isn't the Twilight's Hammer...or he hopes this is an "at least" situation. So far, he's heard a voice and seen two faces. Of people who are not actually in the machine. Right.

Does he have questions? You bet your glowing ass he does. But which one first? He looks a little defensive.]

Why?

[Video]

[darrynmiquiztli]

[Darryn is content to wait for you to think of something to ask. And man, that's a doozy of a first question.] Well, apparently you, I and everyone else here was of interest to the 'Fair Folk'. The reason is as simple as that. We're a game to them, or something like that.

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[breakin_ur_lore]

[Yeah, Med'an's annoying like that. He frowns at that. Not quite the best thing to hear ever, amirite?]

I...

[He stops and swallows hard, putting the communicator down. This is a dumb question, but....sort of hopefully;]

There's no way out?

[Action]

[bloodforlight]

[Her steps echo as she walks up the centre of the temple from the outside, as does the delicate clink of sturdy plate. Helmet has been foregone for the time being, however, rowan crown hanging at her hip in lieu of being on her head.

She doesn't notice the other figure at first, her eyes being downcast, her demeanour preoccupied. There's a lot flitting about her mind, after all, not that that's new, but still, that's why she's here, to think, maybe to pray - and then she hears a sound, and, ears quirking, looks over to the source.

Her first thought is orc, but there's something - distinctly un-orclike about him. And so her eyebrows furrow in confusion, head tilting.]

A newcomer?

[Action!]

[breakin_ur_lore]

[His ears pick up the footsteps and the clank of armor, and he freezes in place, a stranger caught in a sanctified place. Surprisingly, though, she doesn't seem to notice him. She's a blood elf...and that armor, the tabard...the Crusade? A paladin...

Aaaand spotted.]

Hello.

Re: [Action!]

[bloodforlight]

[Chin tilts up, eyes narrowing in calculation. That's no orc, true enough - not that he's scrawny, but he's a slip of a boy by orcish standards. And then there's the strange facial features, almost reminiscient of a draenei...

Half-breed, perhaps?

Momentarily, her lips purse, one long eyebrow raising. It's possible that he's something entirely not of Azeroth, but the circumstances suggest she might be right. All the same, the friendly, if brief greeting gets a curt nod out of her. She doesn't go for the axe. Yet.]

I wonder, do you know those figures you stand before?

[Translation: Azerothian?]

[Action!]

[breakin_ur_lore]

Yes. Of course.

[He looks back to the statues and altars, and then to her again.]

That's Elune, the moon goddess. And this is for praying to the Light...although it will hear you wherever you are, really.

[Does he pass?]

[[ Voice ]]

[timid_werewolf]

Hey! Welcome to Demeleier!

[Have a soft smile.]

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[breakin_ur_lore]

[Well....at least the other captives seem okay....]

Hi. And thanks. Who are you?

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[timid_werewolf]

My name's Aaron! Slightly new here myself, honestly.

...Are you hungry? There's food here Yeta and I have been cooking...and there's shelter at the inn, or you can move into one of the buildings on your own, I'm sure, until you're able to go home.

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[shamagaladin]

It's nice to meet you, Aaron. I'm Med'an.

[...you seem nice.]

...food might be nice. [Med'ans are always hungry. :E ]