[His interest sparks, but it would be cruel to press it. He inclines his head.]
The vampir, similarly, rally about their sires and sires of sires as family. More than family. We look to our elders to define our own nature, we see them as examples of the very highest possibilities of vampir aspiration. They are both icon and...limit. Mothers, fathers and brutal politicians. [He shrugs.] I have been disavowed by many of my kin here. Close ties make for...very pointed exclusions.
[ Pausing, she shakes her head. After a moment, she lifts her hand and draws down her hood. In place of pointed ears, where once the mark of her kind would have been obvious, there is ripped marks, scars, proof of a blade against her skin, done uneasily and with an adolescent hand. They healed wrong, the remains of her ears a little twisted. ]
I cannot say their names. They are old, creatures of habit, but the council of my people, their elders, mean no more to me than the council of other clans.
[ Her gaze turns away. ]
I was once Aellyn. Their land is cloaked in shadow, hidden, and none that are not guided might find their realm and speak to the council. They are wise and proud creatures, birthed in magic, but they keep their secrets are surely as they cast out those that deny their rule.
[ She breathes out. ]
It has been many years since I was near home. I will not betray their secrets and they would not allow me to step forward if I were to come close.
[He takes in the sight of her ears with no recoil and less surprise; though he can't say he expected the disfigurement, it falls into place and he understands immediately.]
I see. I will not push you into any betrayal. The Aellyn homeland is of no interest to my cause.
One final thing. And I ask this of you because you're a scholar as much as you're an elf. What gods do the elven folk follow? These...slumbering Gods? Have you come across mention of them, in your studies?
[He hisses in his breath, becoming animated. Nervous energy crackles around him.] Gods coming back is never good. Gods should stay gone when they're gone. Where I come from, old gods coming back traditionally means the end of the world, and that is not the apocalypse I've been preparing for.
[ It is a part of her culture; exile means proof of it being a part of their features, their face. Even she does not want to betray a homeland that she has abandoned. ]
The Hart is the one that most follow. It has been a long time since their devotion to him has wavered, and there is legend that talks of people that came before that worshipped the Shuck, too, a unified race, before they left and became something altogether their own.
[ Vampir. ]
But that is mere legend, written in old books. Each clan worship lesser Gods, a different one for each named, but there are those that are popular among them all: White Hart, the World-Tree, the Sun, and the Hunter.
[ She turns, shifting, her eyes darker as she steps forward. Her voice, now, is lower, as if she is sharing some great secret. ]
The Aellyn celebrate and bow to the Seven-Star Oracle. The Age, so they say, is ending and they hold to the belief that the Godswar comes, harking Allaidh Darach's demise, as the Gods rise and go to battle against one another. The Void will grow in strength and we shall see chaos from it.
[For a few long moments he is quiet, his hand at his mouth and his brow creased. His expression is more saddened than worried.]
And whether that's true or not. Whether the gods are gods at all, whether they'll take to the battlefield. Their followers will.
So it's a godsfucking holy war that's coming. Shit and ichor!
[He can't help but wonder if the assassination of the last Seven Star Oracle was something to do with this mess. And this wolf which must be extinguished, that's most likely the Shuck. The Brucolac knows that vampir here are, in myth, the sons and daughters of the Old Dog and his bride the moon, which puts them right at the centre of this mess. He sighs, and raises his hand to push his thick dark mane back from his face. When he meets Lauralae's eyes, it's with sincere gratitude.] Thank you. This is...greatly valuable, all of it.
They will. If there is anything that can be said of the people that walk this world it is that they take any excuse for war.
[ She watches, amused, almost, before she turns her gaze away. The thoughts and theories of her once-people weigh on her shoulders, questions she could answer and, yet, could ignore if she so desired. All that she can do is stand at his side and nod her head; his gratitude makes her uncomfortable, her lips pursed before she manages to find her words. ]
I tell only what you ask of me, as is due by our agreement.
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The vampir, similarly, rally about their sires and sires of sires as family. More than family. We look to our elders to define our own nature, we see them as examples of the very highest possibilities of vampir aspiration. They are both icon and...limit. Mothers, fathers and brutal politicians. [He shrugs.] I have been disavowed by many of my kin here. Close ties make for...very pointed exclusions.
Do you know names? Even whispers. Where to start.
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I cannot say their names. They are old, creatures of habit, but the council of my people, their elders, mean no more to me than the council of other clans.
[ Her gaze turns away. ]
I was once Aellyn. Their land is cloaked in shadow, hidden, and none that are not guided might find their realm and speak to the council. They are wise and proud creatures, birthed in magic, but they keep their secrets are surely as they cast out those that deny their rule.
[ She breathes out. ]
It has been many years since I was near home. I will not betray their secrets and they would not allow me to step forward if I were to come close.
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I see. I will not push you into any betrayal. The Aellyn homeland is of no interest to my cause.
One final thing. And I ask this of you because you're a scholar as much as you're an elf. What gods do the elven folk follow? These...slumbering Gods? Have you come across mention of them, in your studies?
[He hisses in his breath, becoming animated. Nervous energy crackles around him.] Gods coming back is never good. Gods should stay gone when they're gone. Where I come from, old gods coming back traditionally means the end of the world, and that is not the apocalypse I've been preparing for.
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The Hart is the one that most follow. It has been a long time since their devotion to him has wavered, and there is legend that talks of people that came before that worshipped the Shuck, too, a unified race, before they left and became something altogether their own.
[ Vampir. ]
But that is mere legend, written in old books. Each clan worship lesser Gods, a different one for each named, but there are those that are popular among them all: White Hart, the World-Tree, the Sun, and the Hunter.
[ She turns, shifting, her eyes darker as she steps forward. Her voice, now, is lower, as if she is sharing some great secret. ]
The Aellyn celebrate and bow to the Seven-Star Oracle. The Age, so they say, is ending and they hold to the belief that the Godswar comes, harking Allaidh Darach's demise, as the Gods rise and go to battle against one another. The Void will grow in strength and we shall see chaos from it.
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And whether that's true or not. Whether the gods are gods at all, whether they'll take to the battlefield. Their followers will.
So it's a godsfucking holy war that's coming. Shit and ichor!
[He can't help but wonder if the assassination of the last Seven Star Oracle was something to do with this mess. And this wolf which must be extinguished, that's most likely the Shuck. The Brucolac knows that vampir here are, in myth, the sons and daughters of the Old Dog and his bride the moon, which puts them right at the centre of this mess. He sighs, and raises his hand to push his thick dark mane back from his face. When he meets Lauralae's eyes, it's with sincere gratitude.] Thank you. This is...greatly valuable, all of it.
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[ She watches, amused, almost, before she turns her gaze away. The thoughts and theories of her once-people weigh on her shoulders, questions she could answer and, yet, could ignore if she so desired. All that she can do is stand at his side and nod her head; his gratitude makes her uncomfortable, her lips pursed before she manages to find her words. ]
I tell only what you ask of me, as is due by our agreement.
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Tell me where to deliver this blood granite.
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[ She hesitates before she turns. ]
There is a house in Nimh Gleanne that will suit, unless you would prefer a moving target.