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15strangers2017-05-15 12:33 pm
strangerpeople) wrote in 15strangers2017-05-15 12:33 pm
WEEK 1
[Awaken.
Fifteen strangers have been gathered to the Depths.
When the strangers awaken, they will feel nauseous in their stomachs. No doubt confused. Maybe a little sick, Perhaps, even terrified. And certainly, there is a good reason for it - they are not where they were before. If they had powers back where they came from, they seem to be all gone. And it appears that someone has left...guidelines for them. All of them addressed to a specific Title.
Their Title. Somehow, each person knows, upon seeing this, this is their Title, even if it seems to make no sense whatsoever. And its clear that whoever wrote these things knew it as well. Who was it?
Its uncertain. So far, there seems to be no one else save for them, and those who dare to venture out of their rooms - save, for some reason, the individuals in rooms 1, 8 and 7 - in this hot and stuffy place. No...'intercessor' to be seen yet, certainly. No outward signs that there's anyone else aside from the people with 'Titles'.
So, Titled: welcome.
There are fifteen strangers in this place.]
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Something happen with your family? [There's only curiosity in both her expression and her tone. If she realizes she's being tactless, it certainly doesn't show on her face.]
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I suppose you could say that. It is a very long story, however.
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You don't have to if you don't wanna. Was just asking, anyways. [She's not super invested in him at this point anyways, and there's no point in digging up personal stuff right now.]
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If you are curious, I promised once that I would deny no one my tale who asked. [ He says softly, and then grins a little wryly ]
But I was not joking when I said it was a long one, either.
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If that means laying out our sins, then that is part and parcel of the penance I pay, and if I may save even one soul by so doing, I will count it good.
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[That was more than what she expected, to be honest. Everyone had their own issues of some sort, but he makes it sound like it was more than just a family thing.]
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[ He agrees ]
I did say the tale was long! My family's story is in large part the story of our people, also, for the consequences were wide-reaching, and still ongoing, although I dare to hope now that things at home will be... better.
[ Because he's here ]
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...Can you summarize it? [Because if it's a huge, sprawling saga she's not sure if she's got the attention span for something like that without nodding off. She's heard a lot of those in her time in Instructor Thomas' history class, after all.]
....I am so sorry TLDR
[ Maglor nods, and looks thoughtful ]
I will do my best. In short... my father was a genius, brilliant in everything he set his hand to, in craft or knowledge or skill. At the height of his power, he captured the Light of the Two Trees that would later birth Moon and Sun, and enshrined them in three crystalline gems. The Silmaril were... beyond beautiful, a light that was alive, that took in light around them and gave it back, a thousand times more lovely. They were hallowed by the Queen of the Stars herself, that nothing evil might touch them. They... became obsession.
The Powers had one amongst them who was Fallen - his name we do not now speak, for he is nothing more than Morgoth, now, the Dark Foe of the World. He told them he repented, and he came amongst us in fair guise. Father saw that he lied, and refused him. But the lies he told did their work anyway, and poisoned our hearts against each other. We had kin strife then, brother against brother, and father took us, his family, his jewels, and went into exile, rather than share. Morgoth slew the Trees, and then came to where Father had his stronghold, slew grandfather and took the gems. Oh they burnt him, of course, but he didn't care.
Father went insane with grief and fury, for above all else he loved his father. He was also the crown prince, now the High King of our people, with grandfather dead. He swore an Oath, one that should never have been spoken, binding himself and us to retreive as wereguild the three Silmarils, whatever the cost. We swore the same, my brothers and I, and we went to war, and our people followed.
The deeds that came after were both great and terrible, for we shed kin blood, when they tried to stop us, and did worse things yet. But they were great also, for we were young then, and strong still, and we did not know how hard the road ahead would be, and for a while... for a while it almost looked like we had a chance.
omg maglor... also i'm sorry for fie
So when he pauses, she's just kind of sitting there looking ridiculously close to dozing off. Whoops...]
#silmarillion, man .... lol Fie
I told you it was long. It doesn't end there, of course. It only got worse, although even in the worst of it, there were still small flickers of joy.
In the end, the treasures we had sworn to reclaim rejected us, for the sins we committed to regain them had made us as unholy as any of the Fallen.
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Yup. You told me so. [Although that last bit is straightforward enough that she can get it... thankfully.]
So you just don't want people doing the same stuff to get the treasures? A little longwinded to just say that. [At least she looks slightly less sleepy, though??]
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[ He shrugs ]
I summarised a lot. But in part, that is a large part of it.