stormaktstiden | Test drive post for demeleier

Test drive post for demeleier

[It's been a few weeks that she's been in Demeleier now, and since a while ago she has accepted that she won't be able to leave immediately. She might not even want to, now that Kíli has arrived as well. There is a difference between knowing that a reunification with her family can't be further than a few decades off and actually having one of them around. Still strange, but still just as precious and full of wonder and joy. To have her youngest back, it's a thing that she doesn't want to leave behind. ...And even if the word that no time passes back home while they are here is a trick to subdue them (and that is a constant worry), there is a certain reluctance to desiring a way home. Not that, should a path open itself, she wouldn't immediately take it. She has a duty to her people, and while she is certain that they would not let the lord of the black messengers blackmail them into anything should he claim to have taken her as a hostage (though avenging her would be an entirely different story - she might not be a king, but her blood is still among the most noble of all dwarves in Middle Earth) she would not leave them in times of need if she could help it. And times of need they are.

But she is needed here as well, by her son and maybe others as well, and looping back to this point she opens the feed. She has an announcement to make.]

I've now set up everything in the smithy to be able to do proper work there. [As opposed to the above average but in her eyes sub-par work that she could do with an anvil and other things that were simply too large for her.] As such, I will now offer the services of a smith. [She won't mention that her smithwork is, by default, far better than any human's (though she does consider Matsue very capable. But. For a human apprentice), because that should be clear to everyone who knows dwarves and the others will see, no bragging needed - those are her thoughts, anyway.] Contact me if you need anything. Even if the item in question is unfamiliar to me, I might still be able to work with it. [Or maybe collaborate on it with the other woman or her son, two or three brains can think of more than one. She almost mentions payment modalities out of habit, but then stops herself, no. Things work differently here (and that unsettles her, but what can you do).]

[ooc: All of this is absolutely not supposed to be game canon, but simply a throwing together of something for the sake of a test drive. She's been in Deme for 1 1/2 months, Kíli arrived a while after her, and she gets along with Matsue. Everything else is up in the air.]

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[There is a moment of silence as she browses through the lore of her people, history handed down with as much care and accuracy as a people could apply, a memory all the more accurate than a single person's through being shared by so many.

The name still rings unfamiliar, but the description connects it with a name in her own language, and she nods briefly.] A city it has not been in many years. [She knows that Celebrian left Middle Earth a long time ago, that much has been mentioned before, but now she wonders just how long ago that was.]

If you feel it safe to speak in the presence of those that compromise its full emptiness. [She would prefer a place without strangers around but knows too little of the village to suggest something else in the area, and will definitely prefer a public building to a stranger's house for a first meeting. This place is strange and hard to make heads and tails of for her, still - on her travels, she has been to many places, but they still existed within a certain set of cultural frames. This place... is just different.]

You think you managed to tire me out that much?

[There is a teasing tinge to her voice, even though - She has not taught many after him, and nobody in depth - a few pointers here and there, helping out and adding to other's words and skills, but her sons were the last one whom she truly took under her tutelage. She just couldn't quite, after losing them.

Some things just ended then.

And, in an odd way, started back up here. Here, where her refusal to take on an apprentice in her art would not be a deferral to someone else, but a refusal to grant them tutoring at all. Here, where one of her sons has been returned to her. It offsets things, and not in a bad way.]

[A wistful look crosses Celebrían's face]

No, I fear not. It was sacked by the forces if the Enemy in the War of Elves and Sauron. I myself helped lead our people through the mines of Moria into the Lórinand valley on the other side. The doors closed behind us. Celebrimbor was put to death, and in time, all of Eregion was abandoned by the Eldar.

[It would be a challenge, but that only makes it actually interesting (and her mind lapsing into thinking about this makes her relax a fraction, tension being redirected to thought) - she lets her eyes wander over that beak.]

I could see to fashioning something you could wear which would attach the iron to the peak of your beak.

[Unless she makes it sharp, it would probably not change the basic danger that lies in it.]

:Could work. Be nice if I could take it off and get it on myself, that's why I was thinking about a pouch.:

[Janine scans her surroundings again, though not as effectively since her eye level is about at that of an unusually tall human while she's lying down. Still no danger.]

:I mean, iron gets rusty if it has to do with water, and I've got a lot to do with water.: [She makes a kind of gesture with her beak - starting with it pointed down at an angle, she flicks it upwards.] :Fishing, you know. It's more certain than trying to find rabbits or whatever you have to eat here.:

[She'll have to see about that; maybe a contraption that would be fixed but the metal part of which could be removed, or one that would provide this being with a way to put in on and off...

She makes a curt gesture in the direction of the smithy.] Come with me.

[While turning her back on this being is not a thing that she will do, walking alongside it where she can still see half of it will do.

Fish and rabbits...] You do not eat larger animals than those?

[I don't actually have any icons. Yet. I'm figuring out drawing him but not yet content with what I've got.]

A creature is racing about in sheer panic. Covered in simple quilly green feathers and pink-skinned otherwise, it is no bigger than an impressive turkey save for its tail. It's very fast, zigzagging here and there with rather more speed than a human could manage. Maybe it was being chased by a fae at some point. Now it's just freaked out by everything, sometimes falling over itself and scrambling up to run some more.

Squeaks and shrill birdlike sounds emerge from its beak, and when it's within a few hundred yards those are joined by a 'voice' high and incoherent with terror, one that has no need to stop to breathe even when the creature itself has stumbled again and hasn't gotten up. It - he - lies on his side near the forge, small flank heaving rapidly, clearly just about exhausted.

:Nonononononono, tiny tiny not big at all, everything's so big - Everything's so big but meee!:

[It takes Janine a few seconds to scramble back up. She's big, and scans again, and then lowers her head back to shoulder level. Janine usually walks on all fours, her back sloping.]

:Haven't tried, here. But, the things I eat...: [She pauses, and then scratches some lines in the dirt with the claws of one wing. One long line for the spine and tail, a rough box for the body, shorter lines for limbs. It's about the size of a fox.] :I might go for something about that big, maybe. And I bet I could eat a snake longer than that. Carrion, too, if it's on the fresh side. Nothing that talks, and I'm not going to go for people's housepets or chickens. Eggs sound good, though.:

[What the

no what the even.

She peered out when she heard the sounds and then just stands in the entrance of the forge, trying to see properly what this obviously sentient being is. It looks stranger, stranger than any other beings that she has seen so far in this place, but that probably means little.

Fishing a piece of iron out of her pocket, she slowly walks over to it. It sounds distressed, and while it might be a ruse of the fae, she needs to check in case it isn't.]

But you could kill larger beings, should you want or need to?

[This, mind her, is something that applies for a lot of people in the village, at least among those not from here - there is a good number of warriors and others who are capable of fighting among them.]

[She nods with decisiveness.] I know of it. [A different name, and the point of view would surely be different in some instances, ideas about what is of importance and what not differing, but there are enough stories and songs for recognition.

For a moment, she wants to remark on the name of "Moria" - and then halts, wavering, for a moment having to think of the travel that she was about to embark on while they tried to talk her out of it.]

But that was not when you left Middle Earth?

:Thought about it. Never tried: [Janine makes a sort of gesture with her head and neck, like a shrug.] :It probably depends on the larger being. My - people don't tend to get bothered much, even by the tyrant lizard kings.:

[yeah she figures that will be more illustrative than saying 'T. rex'.]

:Dunno if that's because of the flying or strategic use of beaks, though. And I'm not full grown, so I probably have more to worry about.:

[MUDDY FLAILING the creature sees her right away and would like to get up but is tired, and slips. I guess the ground is wet. A squeal comes out of his beak.]

:NOOOOO don't eat me!: [and then the large, wide-set eyes blink and he sounds still very nervous but-] :- That's fascinating.:

[His whole skull is about the size of a hand.]

[Kíli leans over and rests a hand on his mother's arm, smiling]

Mother, I know I did. You said as much yourself! Several times, in fact.

[He nods once.]

I'm familiar with most who frequent the library. I doubt we'll have any problems.

[Eiyan opens the door and gestures for her to go ahead of him, politely.]

[She steps inside after a short look at him, but really, she decided to assume a certain level of trustworthiness in him when coming here, so she'll just go with it.

Inside, she steps after a few steps, waiting for him to follow her inside and then lead the way.]

[It's not a large building, so it's only a few steps before they reach a quiet corner. it sounds like there might be somebody upstairs, but it's generally calm inside. Eiyan offers her a seat, then moves to sit himself, grimacing as he does so and bracing himself against the table.]

Well... it's not normally in my nature to suggest what you should think of someone before you meet them. However, in the case of potential danger, it might be best.

It would be remiss of me to not ask what you plan to do with this information, however.

[She'd say that she can take on any human any day in a fair physical combat ;d But that non-dwarves can't necessarily be trusted to be honorable, and this place heightens her sense of "what if she's being tricked"]

Protect my family.

[She meant to be vague on purpose, but then realizes that considering that there are exactly two dwarves in the village, it isn't really all that vague at all.] My son is here, and I don't want harm to come to him.

[She doesn't mention that he's still injured, it's always hard what non-dwarves are able to tell about the state of a dwarf and she won't invite anything.]

[He nods slowly at that, listening.]

I can understand that. I just hope that you would not going looking for trouble unnecessarily. While I know of at least one who isn't the best sort, I have not had any particular trouble with him, so I cannot say he is an immediate danger to most people.

[He pauses, thinking for a moment.]

...There is a young person named Caliborn. From what I understand, he has strange but powerful abilities, and an amount of reckless and cruel need for amusement. I would not confront him.

[He says this last with a serious look.]

What?

[She cannot not react a bit more softly than she would normally, though still wary. But this being seems more worried than anything, and it does really seem genuine... She stops a few feet away and crouches down.]

[She makes a mental note.

And snorts.] It's hardly me that would run into trouble unnecessarily.

[That would be her son, which is one of the reasons why she'd like to have this information. Otherwise, to know whom not to trust. It's unsettling to lack so many clues and signals that would normally help her with grasping such things.]

My son can be rather reckless. [Also this is the understatement of the century.]

:You're a - oh, I'm not very big at allll! - ahah. Okay.:

[He's managing to roll onto his belly and get his legs under him, and stands, quirking his head and staring. He is a very leggy little lizard-bird. Wild turkey isn't far off.]

:Ohhhhh my. I really did shrink...:

Ah, I see. It's normal to be want to be protective of family. Especially of your children.

[He frowns slightly - Tilly might not be his son by blood, nor had any of his apprentices been, but they had all felt like family. He'd been a way for quite a while now, hadn't he?]

You will know Caliborn by his skin, if nothing else. It's green and somewhat scaled... However, also note that his sister is here as well, Calliope, and she is a lovely person indeed. They may look alike at first, and I would hate for you to misjudge Calliope, she is a good friend.

Regardless, the trouble that Caliborn causes seems to be arbitrary for the most part, at least to my knowledge.

...you shrank?

[That surprises her. A fairy spell, maybe?]

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she could totally take him, btw. He's very much broken. D:

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