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001; Video | Off my lawn you hipsters
[ There’s a narrow face peering close at the console - high cheekbones and a nasty scar poking out from under the red cloth that covers the man’s right eye. Or lack thereof. He peers for a moment before leaning back, arms crossing as he speaks up. ]
I’m looking for other Scoia’tael in the area. I’d settle for another elf alone, between the mass of humans milling around here. [ A derisive snort, and Iorveth looks to the side for the moment - pointed ears at the side of his head incidentally apparent. ] The dh’oine stink of this place is enough to make one gag.
[ A moment of contemplation and the elf picks at the dirt under blunted nails idly as he speaks. ]
I’ve set my camp in a tree on the outskirts of the wood sector. [ His tone goes a little deadpan, with the same kind of condescension in it, but it’s very matter of fact. ] It’s a mass of wooden planks, rope, rough cloth and a six foot, one eyed elf - it shouldn’t be that hard to miss. I’m giving you dh’oine fair warning - there are traps laid around the perimeter and any who manage to pass those will take an arrow between the eyes.
If there’s a need for me to say it more than once, your race will likely be better off without you.
[ A pause, and he’s about to end the transmission, when he glances back, considering. ]
Gwynbleidd - If you’re here, come speak with me.
[[ ooc; On translations: I left the original Elder Speech words in here, even though they’ll be understood by anyone listening just like anything else, mainly to signal when Iorveth’s accent would have shifted between what he understands as Common and what he says in Elder speech. ANYWHO. Here.
Scoia’tael - directly translated: squirrels. It’s a band of nonhuman guerrilla warriors, though. But all that would be understood is ‘squirrels’ :’|
dh’oine - human. spoken in a derogatory tone
Gwynbleidd - White Wolf. ]]
I’m looking for other Scoia’tael in the area. I’d settle for another elf alone, between the mass of humans milling around here. [ A derisive snort, and Iorveth looks to the side for the moment - pointed ears at the side of his head incidentally apparent. ] The dh’oine stink of this place is enough to make one gag.
[ A moment of contemplation and the elf picks at the dirt under blunted nails idly as he speaks. ]
I’ve set my camp in a tree on the outskirts of the wood sector. [ His tone goes a little deadpan, with the same kind of condescension in it, but it’s very matter of fact. ] It’s a mass of wooden planks, rope, rough cloth and a six foot, one eyed elf - it shouldn’t be that hard to miss. I’m giving you dh’oine fair warning - there are traps laid around the perimeter and any who manage to pass those will take an arrow between the eyes.
If there’s a need for me to say it more than once, your race will likely be better off without you.
[ A pause, and he’s about to end the transmission, when he glances back, considering. ]
Gwynbleidd - If you’re here, come speak with me.
[[ ooc; On translations: I left the original Elder Speech words in here, even though they’ll be understood by anyone listening just like anything else, mainly to signal when Iorveth’s accent would have shifted between what he understands as Common and what he says in Elder speech. ANYWHO. Here.
Scoia’tael - directly translated: squirrels. It’s a band of nonhuman guerrilla warriors, though. But all that would be understood is ‘squirrels’ :’|
dh’oine - human. spoken in a derogatory tone
Gwynbleidd - White Wolf. ]]
audio;
[ Albel smirks -- removing the threat should never dramatically alter the dynamics of self-preservation. His men needed this kind of sworn agnosticism back home. Though if you ask him, all indicators -- the stockades, the munitions, the immediate warning -- would point to the fact that this fellow was already in hiding. ]
Well met, fool. Though you give the rest of the worthless maggots too much credit. There's a simpleton to be found in every race. Even in yours.
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[ Though there's a wistful pause. That would be ideal, but he realizes it's an impossibility. This world or his own, he considers the innate violence and entitlement in humanity done deep. Here they may have checks in place for them, but it doesn't change their nature. He won't forget the world they left in ruin before crossing to his. ]
Oh, I'm well aware. Though generally they hide in hovels and ghettos, pandering to humans for scraps or decency and whatever merger jobs they're allotted in stables and brothels.
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There is a treaty that binds the peace between my home country and our opposition. They are not acquainted with the prospects of war and hunger. Yet their inhabitants still shrink in fear, as those worms rightly should. So as long as they continue to salt and burn our plains and starve our people, their truce means nothing.
[ Read: temporary peace was never temporary, and war for power struggles so rarely concludes by the virtue of mere diplomacy. These kinds of oppositions begged to be usurped from the roots up. ]
You have more sense than the average maggot. ...Albel.
audio;
[ How make war ending treaties had passed between Nilfgaard and the Northern Kingdoms now? Or within the Northern Kingdoms alone, a constant shift and division of territories to whatever victors had the larger armies, and the people lost between. The people sacrificed to satisfy supposed peace agreements.
A humored snort. ] You make marginally more sense than the morons whining about placing fortifications. Iorveth.
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[ Because what other reason is there, to provide suites and amenities to the kidnapped? Albel would think it had very little do do with hospitality, and much to do with stifling one, two, or eighty rebels. ]
If I wait long enough, perhaps I'll see this place dwindle in numbers.
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[ The kedans had seemed hardly confrontational and Iorveth has been adding up their arrival here to a natural phenomenon of his world. A collision of dimensions. It's too eerily similar to be anything else. ]
You expect a war? [ A snort ] Not so surprising, considering humanity hardly endures discomfort in the name of peace for long.
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[ They did nothing, except scurry off like rats prompted by the sound of footsteps. ]
I said nothing of the sort. But if their secrecy is any indicator, I will have no other choice but to deal with the consequences.
[ Judging by the tone of his voice, it's easy to assume on the occasion that such an event would arise, it would be met with an eager vehemence; nothing short of bloodlust. Gangs couldn't sustain the dude forever, after all. ]
audio;
[ Spineless, maybe, but perhaps they value their peace. He can't particularly blame them. War is exhausting and not all are made for it. Though not all can suffer the price peace comes at quietly. ]
Their secrecy or the Emperor's? The kedan have been greatly helpful to me.
audio;
[ Albel has built a career around a black-and-white ideal of suspicion. Ulterior motives had nothing to do with the extent of one's trivial altruism, or perhaps, he just thought about things too much — his brain conditioned to need answers and strategies, and a battlefield he could scope. ]
audio;
[ A moment of consideration. Well, he's not a racist, at least. Just equally against all of them. He can handle that. ]
The Emperor's, I'd believe. Peasantry's word means nothing outside of which fields to till when. [ But either way- ] Likewise, targeting them alone would be useless.