Odog
[It should not surprise anyone who knows her that Galadriel has been spending an increasing amount of time at her Mirror as it becomes more and more apparent that hostilities are inevitable. She’s there again tonight, going through the familiar motions- pouring the water into the basin, breathing on it, waiting for the reflection of the stars to go dark and the visions to begin-and hoping to be graced with something that may be of use.
And it finally happens. A scene begins to unfold before her eyes- it starts simply enough, with two people meeting in town, but quickly turns grotesque and violent. As it ends, the water shimmers and she finds herself looking into a place unfamiliar to her, watching an argument between the girl-no, “being” was a better word, for this was no girl- from the previous vision and a certain telepath. Before long this scene. too, turns gruesome, not as much as the first, but enough that when the images end and the stars are once again looking up at her from the basin, she is left with the sight and smell of blood fresh in her mind.
Wordlessly, she empties the water against a nearby tree and seats herself, taking a moment to gather her thoughts. Unlike the aftermath of her attempt to see into the castle, this is not a sign of vulnerability- she does not look shocked or pained, merely thoughtful and deeply concerned. Eventually, she takes up her journal and writes a filter.]
[Peace Patrol, their allies, and those who would aid in the efforts against Riful and are competent enough to do so.]
[Yes, that is her idea of an inclusive filter. She's naturally very cloak and dagger, okay? She's making an effort here and she's never described a vision to such a large audience before.]
Greetings. I would ask questions of you, but they may require something of an explanation, and an introduction, beforehand. I am called Galadriel. Though I dislike such labels, in the interest of time and ease of communication, I will describe myself as something akin to a Seer. This evening I have witnessed two events pertaining, I think, to the being known as Riful. [Unless we’ve got two gut eating monsters here…] I believe them to have been shadows of the past, yet it is oft difficult to discern such things. I know well you may have more knowledge of what has occurred here than I. It is for that reason that I come to you now.
[And she describes the events of this thread here with descriptions of Riful and Tyki.] The “girl,” is, I assume, Riful, unless there are others here with her particular…inclinations. Her companion is yet unknown to me. I ask if you were aware of this event and if any may identify this man by my description.
[And here she describes the events of this thread] It seems that there is at least one being here who has already proven himself a match for our enemies. Knowing more of this may be beneficial to us, as may be awareness of the unease of this particular alliance.
I stress that this is not a call for action, but a request for information and an effort to be more open with the same. If we are to work toward a common goal, a measure of faith is necessary, lest we all move forward half-blinded. I trust that none will act in haste and give me cause to regret this decision. [And that's directed at the Peace Patrol as much as anyone. She doesn't fully trust you guys either, sorry to say.]
[ooc: You are free to come across her in person too, if you want, but she won’t be very chatty for obvious reasons. Said Mirror is on the edge of the forest, BTW.]
And it finally happens. A scene begins to unfold before her eyes- it starts simply enough, with two people meeting in town, but quickly turns grotesque and violent. As it ends, the water shimmers and she finds herself looking into a place unfamiliar to her, watching an argument between the girl-no, “being” was a better word, for this was no girl- from the previous vision and a certain telepath. Before long this scene. too, turns gruesome, not as much as the first, but enough that when the images end and the stars are once again looking up at her from the basin, she is left with the sight and smell of blood fresh in her mind.
Wordlessly, she empties the water against a nearby tree and seats herself, taking a moment to gather her thoughts. Unlike the aftermath of her attempt to see into the castle, this is not a sign of vulnerability- she does not look shocked or pained, merely thoughtful and deeply concerned. Eventually, she takes up her journal and writes a filter.]
[Peace Patrol, their allies, and those who would aid in the efforts against Riful and are competent enough to do so.]
[Yes, that is her idea of an inclusive filter. She's naturally very cloak and dagger, okay? She's making an effort here and she's never described a vision to such a large audience before.]
Greetings. I would ask questions of you, but they may require something of an explanation, and an introduction, beforehand. I am called Galadriel. Though I dislike such labels, in the interest of time and ease of communication, I will describe myself as something akin to a Seer. This evening I have witnessed two events pertaining, I think, to the being known as Riful. [Unless we’ve got two gut eating monsters here…] I believe them to have been shadows of the past, yet it is oft difficult to discern such things. I know well you may have more knowledge of what has occurred here than I. It is for that reason that I come to you now.
[And she describes the events of this thread here with descriptions of Riful and Tyki.] The “girl,” is, I assume, Riful, unless there are others here with her particular…inclinations. Her companion is yet unknown to me. I ask if you were aware of this event and if any may identify this man by my description.
[And here she describes the events of this thread] It seems that there is at least one being here who has already proven himself a match for our enemies. Knowing more of this may be beneficial to us, as may be awareness of the unease of this particular alliance.
I stress that this is not a call for action, but a request for information and an effort to be more open with the same. If we are to work toward a common goal, a measure of faith is necessary, lest we all move forward half-blinded. I trust that none will act in haste and give me cause to regret this decision. [And that's directed at the Peace Patrol as much as anyone. She doesn't fully trust you guys either, sorry to say.]
[ooc: You are free to come across her in person too, if you want, but she won’t be very chatty for obvious reasons. Said Mirror is on the edge of the forest, BTW.]